Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

Since it started to shake, Shen Qiao clearly caught a subtle sound like the flapping of mosquito wings.

This thing always sounded familiar to her, but she didn't have time to think about it.

It was hard to see clearly in the darkness what it had shaken off, but its interested reaction to them didn't seem to mean anything good.

In order to strike first, Zui Bugui was about to chop with his sword, but just as he moved, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, this is not your business scope, save your energy."

Zui Bugui turned around and was stunned to see the person holding him down. It was Wu Jin who had not appeared along the way.

It was obvious that he was willing to come out at Wang You's instruction.

He simply transformed the patterned iron rod into a shape-shifting one, and poured golden spiritual energy into it. His eyes gradually turned into the same golden color as Wang You's.

"Quick battle, quick decision." Wang You casually ordered.

Wu Jin also grasped the stick with his other hand, his eyes solemn, "Yes."

"I want to kill... I want to kill..."

At this moment, the thing had slowly stopped shaking, and it rushed towards this side like crazy, regardless of anything, as if it had completely locked onto its target.

As it got closer, Shen Qiao could see the true appearance of this thing.

A monster with normal human legs on the lower half and human heads on the upper half.

Thinking of the copper bell that Wang You mentioned before, Shen Qiao suddenly understood.

These are the souls and bodies of those people trapped in the bells that keep wailing.

Did these creatures, worse than beasts, actually fuse all their bodies together?

Then these people are not...

Thinking of this, Shen Qiao couldn't help but clench his fingers.

On the other side, Wu Jin was ready and the ghost also arrived in front of him.

However, Wu Jin did not subdue it in one go. The stick covered with golden patterns hit its legs lightly first. This seemingly light blow instantly broke its knees.

This strange creature, like a messy mountain of flesh, suddenly fell forward to the ground.

"The flesh returns to its form, the soul returns to its flavor. Each performs his duty, and do not overstep the mark..."

This confusing spell was repeated over and over again. Shen Qiao just watched Wu Jin chanting while he traced patterns on its body with his stick.

This seemingly funny scene seemed nothing new, but Shen Qiao discovered that this thing had never gotten up since it was knocked down by Wu Jin. It was as if there was an invisible pressure pressing on it, making it unable to even lift its head.

After about ten times, Wu Jin finally put away his staff and jumped away. He pounded the staff into the ground with one hand, then used his free hand to put two fingers together and shouted, "Repeat!"

Suddenly, there were continuous "click" sounds in the wine cellar.

The size of the mountain-like monster gradually shrank until Wu Jin touched it slightly and it broke into a mess of human body fragments.

Shen Qiao couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

It's broken into pieces. Can the person still survive?

Wu Jin seemed to have guessed Shen Qiao's thoughts. He loosened his hand that was chanting the spell and instead clenched it in the air.

Extremely fine golden spiritual powers condensed into threads and began to work, piecing together these indistinguishable corpse pieces one by one until they formed complete human bodies.

After counting, there were exactly thirty, not one less or one less, which just happened to correspond to the approximate number of souls trapped in the Soul Burial Bell.

No wonder Wangyou asked Wujin to do this.

Shen Qiao's guess soon came true. Wang You took out the bell and crushed it. White mist-like souls floated out, but these were not complete yet. However, with these souls as glue, they could at least help the repaired bodies to stick together more firmly.

Separate the pieces of the body that were stuck together, then sew them up accurately after loosening them up.

This was a headache to hear, so Shen Qiao frowned.

There were also other souls sealed in bells to control other people's ghost weapons. Wang You obviously had not forgotten these, because white souls began to float behind the two of them.

The misty white fog poured into different corpses one by one, and the corpses gradually regained their blood color visibly. When the last trace of soul entered the body, these people who were originally dead actually managed to come back to life. Although they had not woken up yet, they were already breathing.

Alive...

Shen Qiao thought with a slight shock.

She had only seen Wang Youdu use his supernatural powers to kill people before, and this was the first time she saw him save someone.

"Chopping so many people into pieces while they were still alive and then gluing them together, these living people are really worse than the King of Hell!" Wu Jin said indignantly after doing all these things.

"Let's go." Wang You suddenly spoke and looked in the direction ahead.

"It's time to wrap it up."

On the other side, the two groups of people who were confident that they could use the strange object to stop the people met at the exit of the winery's secret passage leading to the outside, and each of them had an expression of relief on their face for surviving the disaster.

The old Holy Envoy who had previously finalized the course of action spoke up, "Alright! Now all we need to do is open the door...?!"

As he spoke, he put the key into the keyhole of the back door, but after turning it several times, the bolted door lock refused to turn. Then he realized that the door was locked.

With a "click", the door key broke completely, the door lock was completely blocked, and their last chance and desire to survive were also blocked.

"Ahhh!!"

The last person had already cut the snowflakes, and these people finally became anxious. At this moment, Luo Dai, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared in front of this group of people through the door.

These people shouted at Luo Dai to save them and open the door as if they had seen their last savior. Unfortunately, Luo Dai did not say a word, but just stood outside the door and watched them being killed one by one.

The only one left was the old man whose words carried weight. He had already been frightened out of his wits, and slid down from the door like a loach, and collapsed on the ground, shivering.

"Tell me the whole working process of your entire assembly line one by one." Shen Qiao's serious and cold voice came, causing the old man to look up tremblingly, but he quickly lowered his head, adjusted his posture and knelt down, supporting himself on the ground with his hands and began to kowtow to beg Shen Qiao to spare his life.

Just by hearing the sound of porcelain, after just a few hits, blood appeared on the old man's forehead.

Shen Qiao didn't buy his pity tricks and said impatiently, "Don't make me say it a second time."

The old man heard the impatience in the voice and knew that it was useless to play the victim, so he had to tell everything.

It turned out that those who were cheated from various places were divided into two groups: those with better conditions were sent to the saint for further processing; those who did not meet their standards were killed directly, some for their blood and some for their flesh.

In short, we must make use of everything without wasting anything. Even souls must be carefully prepared for emergencies.