Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

In strong winds and waves, choosing a suitable boat is the most important thing.

Qin Youyou looked at the eight solemn and sacred divine servants and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Who among you is worthy of being on my side?

She couldn't see the situation clearly for the time being, but she was ready to respond accordingly.

She doesn't have many chips now.

She was still just a student who had not graduated from Longji Academy and had not yet learned the top secret techniques of the Holy Light Temple. To these eight divine servants, her value was not great.

But if she could successfully inherit Wahaha's three hundred zombies, the situation would be very different.

Therefore, she must subdue all the zombies within four days.

Otherwise, you will become a discarded pawn and be unable to move forward.

Qin Youyou walked up the stairs step by step.

He stood in front of the old divine servant who looked like an immortal.

She knew that this man, named Yun Zhiyao, was the most powerful among the eight divine servants. Although he looked like a hermit now, he was the one who licked Chu Tiantian the most fiercely in the past.

Now that there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey is king. Yun Zhiyao naturally became the official deacon of the Holy Light Temple.

Yun Zhiyao placed a golden holy emblem engraved with a fourteen-pointed star on Qin Youyou's chest.

"In the name of the Holy Light, I command you to be the Sword of Light: Command the might of the morning light, wield the flame of eternal day. Drive away the shadows from the world, protect the believers in the temple, and grant you the Holy Emblem forged with light. As long as the Holy Light is not extinguished, your soul will be immortal."

"From now on, you will inherit Wahaha's position and become the 24th high-ranking envoy of the Holy Light Temple. The Holy Light will live forever!"

There was an immediate thunderous roar of kneeling and shouting from the audience.

"The Holy Light lasts forever!"

"The Holy Light lasts forever!"

"The Holy Light lasts forever!"

Qin Youyou stood on the stone steps, looking at the devout believers prostrating themselves below, with countless emotions surging in her heart.

Do these believers know that the temple they have believed in all their lives is a butcher who uses holy light as bait and mercy as a blade?

Holy robes are woven with blood, and thrones are cast with bones. They stand at the pinnacle of power and reap the souls of people all over the world.

Qin Youyou raised her hands and shouted from the bottom of her heart: "Holy Light Lives Forever!"

This holy light is not the holy light of the Holy Light Temple, but... the holy light of the Holy Light Knight.

May the true holy light shine upon the world.

After the conferring ceremony, Qin Youyou received the secret manual of cultivation in the Holy Light Temple that only the messengers of God could access.

"God Envoy Wadasi, you have four days left." Luo Xie and a group of gods' envoys came over and reminded her kindly.

Qin Youyou smiled: "Don't bother with that."

She held these cultivation secrets and left with Anya and her younger brothers.

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After returning to his residence, Qin Youyou took a deep breath and opened the secret book "The Art of Controlling Corpses".

Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still shocked when I turned to the first page.

"Killing people alive, strengthening their resentment, manipulating their corpses, and using them for my own purposes..."

The greater the resentment and hatred, the more potential of the zombies can be stimulated.

A mid-stage War God expert, after being turned into a zombie, with the blessing of resentment, his strength can reach the peak of War God.

The art of corpse control is to learn to control resentment.

Qin Youyou's fingers trembled as she looked at the lines of words on the secret book. It seemed as if countless dying people were struggling and screaming in front of her, with hideous pain on their faces, and accusing and hateful eyes fixed on her.

She slammed the secret book shut, feeling physically nauseous, and her breathing became even harder, as if the air had become thicker.

She was unwilling to practice such secret techniques.

But if you don't practice, Wahaha will die. After seven days, the zombies will be full of resentment and no one will be able to control them, so they will go out of control.

If she couldn't control them, these poor zombies would fall into the hands of other gods and continue to be enslaved for the rest of their lives.

Qin Youyou closed her eyes, mustered up her courage, and reopened the book "The Art of Controlling Corpses".

She forced herself to immerse herself in it.

■

In the cellar.

The resentment of the three hundred zombies has no one to suppress it, and it is becoming more and more intense.

They were originally lying in their respective coffins, and the coffin lids were painted with golden totems.

At this moment, the gold color was slowly fading, and from inside the coffin came a thudding sound, as if there were fish jumping inside.

The cellar door creaked open.

A ray of light from the sky streamed in, and the entire cellar, which had been rumbling, suddenly fell silent.

Anya's figure appeared from the doorway. She walked down the steps and came to the center of the three hundred coffins.

"I'm here, did you miss me?"

Boom, boom, boom.

dong dong dong dong!

Fierce noises were heard from all the coffins.

Anya walked to the coffin in the middle, moved her body, and sat on the coffin lid.

Then he took out a dagger and slashed his arm.

Blood gushed out, dripped onto the coffin lid, and quickly seeped in. The next moment, the coffin under Anya began to vibrate violently with bangs.

Anya curved her eyebrows and smiled brightly.

She walked to the next coffin.

"I promise to feed you, but you have to promise to tie up my good son."

Who says that one must practice corpse-controlling techniques to control corpses?

There is a secret technique that is even forbidden in the Holy Light Temple. One time, when Anya was escaping, she fled to a forbidden area in the Holy Light Temple and obtained this forbidden technique there.

That is, if you feed the corpse with blood for 49 days, the living corpse will recognize its new master.

However, those who bleed the animal will also suffer severe backlash. The corpse gas will be transferred to the body of the person feeding it. If the person does not take a bath for a day, his body will emit a faint corpse odor and may even show corpse spots.

When it reaches its peak, it will become difficult to distinguish between a human and a corpse, and it will even be unable to resist gnawing at itself on a full moon night.

Over the years, Wahaha kept her chained up most of the time, so she couldn't feed the corpse every day.

But fortunately, the forty-nine days of corpse feeding does not require continuous feeding every day. After persisting for decades, she has fed the corpse for a total of forty-eight days.

Today is the last day.

She is about to become the new owner of the zombies!

She would never let the zombies fall into anyone else's hands. She longed to be powerful and to be in control of her own life.

She has endured enough for so many years!