Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 177 White-haired corpse transformation
While killing the caravan manager with one punch, Shang Lu also raised his left hand towards Feng Si.

A deadly beam of cold light whizzed out from Shang Lu's hand.

It was a dagger hidden in his sleeve.

Driven by the blood and energy, the dagger swirled and flew out, as fast as lightning.

Feng Si had no time to react before his head was chopped off by the dagger.

No blood spurted out.

The skin and flesh at the broken neck took on a strange purple-black color.

This Feng Si is indeed a walking corpse and not a living person!

The moment Shang Lu made his move, Tu Bin and other county soldiers suddenly drew their swords and hacked to death the caravan servants and escorts beside them.

Shang Lu had already made an agreement with them.

If the answer is "Let's go", it means that there is really no problem with the inspected caravan and it can be allowed to pass.

But if you add the word "OK", it's a signal to take action!
The people in this caravan might have been wary before, but after Shang Lu accepted the "bribe" they gave him and waved his hand to "let them go", most of them became lax, thinking that they had deceived these stupid officials.

However, they did not expect that this group of stupid officials would take advantage of their laxity and launch an attack!
The caravan men and escorts who were slow to react were chopped down in an instant.

The remaining people, after coming to their senses, howled and were about to attack.

He attempted to use his numerical advantage to surround and kill these stupid officials.

Two caravan escorts who were very close to Shang Lu rushed towards him, roaring and brandishing their swords.

Shang Lu turned around and faced the two caravan escorts. He suddenly shouted, "My body is dead, but my spirit is alive!"

The two caravan escorts were both stunned.

One of them even replied subconsciously: "Your soul is a ghost hero!"

The other person's face was filled with confusion: "You are one of us? But why..."

Before the man could finish his words, Shang Lu had already rushed to them like a tiger, riding on a hurricane.

"boom--"

"Shh-"

One of the two caravan escorts was hit hard by Shang Lu's shoulder. The huge force instantly blew him away, and a series of "crackling" sounds erupted from his body.

All the bones in his body were broken at this moment.

The other escort had his knife snatched away by Shang Lu, who used it to cut off his neck and chopped off his head.

Unlike Feng Si, blood spurted out of this escort's neck after his head was chopped off.

His head, covered in blood, rolled on the ground, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

The escort master never figured it out until his death. Wasn't Shang Lu in the same group with them? Why did he kill them?

At this time, a dark cloud appeared above everyone's head amid the sound of incantations.

It rained heavily.

Shanglu, Tubin and others felt that the rain brought them blessings.

Their strength, speed, etc. were all improved to varying degrees due to the nourishment of this heavy rain.

Even the weapons in their hands became sharper.

But the caravan’s guys and escorts are a different story.

The rain fell on them, heavy and sticky, restricting their movements and suppressing their strength.

They can't even display 70% of their full potential, which is very frustrating!
The men and escorts in the caravan noticed that this strange heavy rain was caused by a spell cast by a wizard in the distance.

They wanted to send a few people to kill the wizard, but they failed.

"Destroy all their heads!"

Shang Lu warned loudly and rushed towards the manager of the caravan who was killed, intending to crush his head.

The corpse driver’s previous “desire to die” made Shang Lu realize that these people who dealt with corpses had many strange qualities and could not be judged by common sense.

Collapsing their sternum, shattering their heart and lungs, or even chopping off their heads might not necessarily kill them!
Their heads must be destroyed, their bodies must be burned, and their physical bodies must be completely wiped out.

The burning of the bodies can wait until after the war.

But their heads must be destroyed first.

Without their heads, even if they turn into zombies, their weirdness and danger would be greatly reduced.

Shang Lu rushed to the manager of the caravan and was about to crush his head when he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind.

At the same time, a county soldier shouted: "Sir, get out of the way, my body is out of control——"

Shang Lu did not look back or dodge, but simply urged his blood and energy to release, forming an energy wall to block the county soldiers who wanted to "sneak attack" him from behind.

At this moment, the appearance of this county soldier was extremely strange. His body shape and posture, which seemed normal at first glance, were strangely stiff, like a puppet.

Although he was panicked and shouted loudly, he did not stop his attack, trying to break through his blood and hurt Shang Lu.

Shang Lu ignored the county soldiers who were out of control behind him.

He raised his foot and stepped towards the head of the caravan manager.

At this moment, something strange suddenly happened to Shang Lu.

He felt a force pulling at his feet, trying to control him and make him stop.

At the same time, he still had the strength to try to grab his hand and punch himself.

These forces are not small!
Shang Lu groaned, and blood and energy surged wildly in his meridians and bone marrow, causing him to burst out with enormous power in an instant.

His keen ears heard several slight "clicking" sounds.

It was like something was pulled apart.

The force pulling him disappeared instantly.

His feet roared down with the force of splitting a mountain.

"boom--"

Shang Lu's kick directly created a hole in the ground.

Countless pieces of gravel and soil flew everywhere.

Countless white hairs appeared on the caravan manager's head, making him look like a giant moldy tofu.

These white hairs formed a shield wall in an attempt to block Shanglu's kick.

But it failed.

Shang Lu stepped heavily on the head of the caravan manager.

The manager of the caravan had a look of horror and disbelief on his face as his head was crushed by someone stepping on it.

Although his head was shattered, the caravan manager's body was still able to move, and countless white hairs were sprouting from his body.

Some of the white hair turned into sharp thorns and stabbed the pomelo.

Some of the white hair wrapped around the headless butler's body, turning into something like armor to protect it.

There was also a white-haired centipede-like limb, carrying the headless manager and trying to run away.

"broken--"

Shang Lu drew his sword and chopped at the spiky white hair, instantly cutting off a large piece.

But the knife was also entangled by the white hair.

Before Shang Lu could break through the white hairs and continue chasing the Headless Manager, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his vest.

Something jumped onto his vest, trying to tear open his flesh and get into his body.

This thing also released toxins, trying to control his brain, making him stop chasing the Headless Manager and instead kill Tu Bin and others.

At the same time, Shang Lu felt that there was a force entangling and controlling him again.

These forces are stronger than before.

Shang Lu looked carefully, and with the help of the Liver God, he saw that his limbs were tightly entangled by strange spider-like threads.

These strange lines are transparent and thin, barely perceptible to the naked eye, yet they are very resilient and powerful.

The headless butler took advantage of this opportunity and used the white hair as feet to crawl more than ten steps away.

Although he had no head, there was a sound coming from his stomach.

"I originally thought you were just after the money, but you know our secret code. It seems that someone has leaked our plan. In that case, you all have to die!"

A strange chanting sound came from his stomach, with a crying tone, like a funeral song for the dead.

At the same time, Shang Lu felt that the thing on his back was trying even harder to get into his body.

And released even more powerful toxins, trying to control his brain.

And the strange silk thread wrapped around his body was also constantly tightening.

Trying to turn him into a puppet, just like some of the county soldiers now.

For a moment, Shanglu seemed to be trapped.

But there was no panic on his face.

"With just this little ability, you still want to control me?"

Shang Lu sneered, and two flames rose into the air from his internal organs!

(End of this chapter)