C423 Corpses
C423 Corpses
"Sir, I caught him, but he's just an ordinary person with no cultivation"
The man looked in front of him and said, but there was no one in front of him. The only thing he had was a rotting corpse sitting on a wooden chair.
The corpse still had a few tufts of white hair on its head, but its face was almost completely rotten. There was no eye in front of its eyes. Its arms and legs were full of rotten flesh, giving off a foul smell.
But at this moment, the corpse sitting on the chair suddenly moved. He raised a rotten hand, placed it on the side of the chair, and slowly stood up.
"Is it fresh?"
The corpse suddenly opened its mouth and asked. However, its voice was very low. Moreover, it did not come from his mouth. It sounded more like it came from his stomach.
When the man heard that, he quickly nodded.
"Fresh, absolutely fresh. I only knocked him out. He's still alive right now. He's definitely fresh enough."
As he spoke, the man dragged the person in his hand to the front of the corpse.
When the corpse saw this, it rolled its shriveled eyes and looked at the person on the ground. Then, it stretched out its hand and grabbed him.
"An ordinary person who doesn't even have a bit of cultivation."
The corpse said with a hint of dissatisfaction in its tone.
When the man standing in front of the corpse heard this, he couldn't help but reveal a helpless expression.
"Sir, this place is truly too remote. To be able to find such a fellow is already very difficult. I also wish to find a few martial artists for Sir to recover from his injuries, but the problem is that there aren't any here."
As the man spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Milord, how about I go out and go to that palace to catch a few martial artists and bring them back to you?"
As the corpse heard this, it immediately raised its hand, asking the man to stop.
"We've waited for so many years. We can't ruin our great plan just because of this momentary impatience."
When the man heard this, he immediately lowered his head, not daring to speak again.
Seeing this, the corpse only smiled lightly.
"No need to be like this. I know that you only want to catch a few martial artists and bring them back to me. Loyalty is not a bad thing."
Only then did the man heave a sigh of relief. He slowly raised his head to look at the rotting corpse.
"That's right. How is the matter that you were entrusted with going?"
The corpse asked for the first time.
The man couldn't help but reveal a troubled expression.
"We've already built some progress, but there were some accidents a few months ago. There were a few bastards with poor eyesight who offended the people of the five great sects, causing our people to be investigated very strictly. If we act, we'll be greatly restrained. "
The corpse was silent for a while.
" How many people have we gathered now? "
"In the entire country, there are more than 3000 rogue cultivators. The sect disciples are a bit difficult to deal with, but there are still more than 200 disciples."
The man replied very directly.
The corpse nodded.
"More than 3000, not a lot, but it's enough. Let them start gathering over here soon, but be careful. Don't let those guys from the five sects find out."
"Yes."
The corpse then looked at the person on the ground. It lifted him up with one hand, and its other hand turned into a claw, grabbing into the person's heart.
At the last moment of his death, the person's eyes suddenly opened. His eyes were wide open as if they would pop out at any moment.
Following that, the blood that flowed out of the person's mouth started to flow into the corpse. The rotting corpse actually had some signs of recovery.