Li Quan, uncle Shan, Zhao Qi-
Even old Liu and the other two were hung among the zombies.
"Help me ..."
Li Quan and the others had not really died yet. Their feet were kicking in the air, and their cries for help were drowned out by the crisp sound of the corpses hitting each other.
If no one came to their rescue, they would die in a long period of despair and become the puppets of the huge demonic soul. They would be trapped in the heavenly Dao temple and never be able to escape.
One by one, the struggling traveling merchants were slowly hung up, and the screams of despair and fear echoed in the hall.
there are more than a dozen people here. The death of each life is an opportunity for you to return to the past ...
Undisguised malice appeared in the eyes of the huge thread-holding demonic soul. As it contracted its fingers, countless black lines appeared.
