Article 561

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Xue Meng snorted, being very focused and not paying much attention to him.

In his eyes, there were only those crackling black beads, one or two, like black chess pieces, stacked up one after another, increasing little by little.

At that time, Xue Meng probably would never have thought that what he was counting was not sugar at all, but human lives, lives that overturned the pinnacle of life and death.

He wouldn't know that it was probably because the appearance of himself helping at the window vaguely touched the remaining kindness in Mo Ran's heart.

So for those five thousand sunspots, Mo Ran took the old relationship into consideration and did not give him a piece of it in the end.

"It takes so long?" Finally looking at the number written by Xue Meng, Mo Ran shook his head, "It's too long."

Xue Meng said: "How about I lend you some money?"

Mo Ran smiled: "No need."

After Xue Meng left, he thought again and again, flipped through some scrolls, and gradually came up with a plan in his mind - and this plan became the prototype of the "Common Heart Formation" created by Ta Xianjun later.

That night, Mo Ran refined ten chess pieces. Those chess pieces were all incomplete. They did not use their full strength and could not control living people or even stronger corpses.

He carried these ten chess pieces and went down the mountain to Wuchang Town. He hummed a little tune and came to a place on the outskirts of the town:

The crane returns to the slope.

When a person dies, he rides on a crane and returns to the Nine Heavens. This is a beautiful and simple illusion of mortals. To put it bluntly, this hillside is a cemetery. Anyone who dies in Wuchang Town is dragged to this hilltop for burial. This is the place where the bones of the townspeople are buried.

The ink burned without much delay. He walked between the rows of tombs and glanced at the words on the tombstones. Soon, he stopped in front of a new tomb with bright writing and fresh fruit buns in front of the tombstone. He raised his hand and tightened it with his fingers in the air. The earth cracked open, revealing a simple coffin in the sand.

Because of a certain experience when he was a child, Mo Ran was not afraid of dead bodies at all, and had no respect for dead bodies. He jumped off the raised mound, summoned Mo Dao, used all his strength to pry open the coffin nails, and then kicked the thin The cover was kicked open.

The moonlight shone on the corpse's face. Mo Ran leaned his head over and looked at the body lying inside, just like weighing the quality of the pork.

It was an old thing, newly buried, wrapped in a shroud, with a gaunt face and sunken cheeks. Because the burial environment was not good, and there was no money for embalming, the coffin was filled with a strong fishy smell, and some of the skin and flesh had begun to rot. Yes, maggots were born.

Mo Ran frowned, endured the stench, put on metal gloves neatly, strangled the old man's neck, and lifted him out of the coffin. The old man's head drooped numbly, his eyes were cold and ink, and with a flash of light in his hand, he had driven the Zhenlong Heizi into his chest.

"Be good, be good." Mo Ran seemed to touch the dead man's face affectionately, then suddenly slapped the corpse with his backhand, and said with a smile, "What are you doing so low-spirited? Stand up straight, my precious little one." Good grandson."

Although the mutilated Heizi couldn't control the strong body, it was more than enough to control an old man with thin and numb legs.

The corpse began to move with a gurgle, and a pair of closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing eyes covered with gray.

Mo Ran said: "Send your name."

"The name is not mine."

"Where are you?"

"The earth is not mine."

"What night is it tonight?"

"It's not up to me."

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and weighed the nine remaining pieces in his hand. Sure enough...if he only controlled this level of corpses, he wouldn't need to expend so much spiritual power to make such pure pieces.

He grinned deeply, revealing an extremely handsome smile. He slowly asked the last question:

"What do you want?"

The old man said hoarsely: "What I want is to be your chess piece, and I won't hesitate to smash my body to pieces."

Mo Ran laughed loudly. He was very satisfied with the result. He used the remaining chess pieces to make nine more corpses. The ones he picked were all fresh. The corpses that had just been buried should at least have intact skin and flesh. Still standing, not eaten away.

These corpses, old, weak, sick and disabled, fell down as soon as the wind hit them. They had no power at all, but Mo Ran looked at them with a crazy and excited light in his eyes.

He took out ten small boxes from the Qiankun bag and opened one of them, only to see two small blood-red bugs curled up inside. The male and female were biting their tails, and they were indistinguishable.

"Okay, I've soaked enough. I've stopped annoying you two. It's time to put it to use for me." Mo Ran said lazily, then fiddled with his fingers and pushed away the two bugs that were squirming. He took out the male worm and said to the first old man who was made into a chess piece, "Brother, please open your mouth."

The old man opened his mouth obediently, revealing the rotten tongue inside. Mo Ran threw the male worm into his mouth and said: "Eat it."

No resistance, no hesitation.

The corpse obediently ate the Soul-Eating Insect into its stomach.

Mo Ran was able to control it according to the law, and fed all the male insects in the box into the mouths of these corpses, and then said: "Okay, lie back and have a rest."

On the second day, Mo Ran refined another ten sunspots, which were also damaged and did not consume too much spiritual power. After refining, he cast spells on all the remaining female soul-eating insects to stick to Qi's body, and then secretly penetrated them into the bodies of some low-level disciples.

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