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After a live stream ended, and through the live stream and promotional clips, he earned a new title.

It seems that those viewers of the live stream are considered to be his general followers.

Tan Wenjie looked at his newly acquired title.

[Tan Wenjie (99988544/200000000): A genuine, ordinary person, unremarkable, easily blending into the crowd; your decisions are more likely to gain majority support.]

The title's effect is akin to a causal law; if used well, it can influence most people, but using it on oneself will not increase one's strength.

Putting all that aside, Tan Wenjie focused all his attention on corpse refining.

"Kryptonians love to sunbathe, while zombies, unless they reach the level of a zombie king, are afraid of the sun. Isn't this a case of self-weakening?"

Ordinary methods of creating zombies definitely won't work.

He specially made a protective net out of lead to block Superman's line of sight.

midnight.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the atmosphere was extremely gloomy.

Eleven coffins were placed in front of Tan Wenjie, each containing the corpse of a Kryptonian.

An incense burner is placed on the altar.

The incense sticks burned, and wisps of blue smoke rose straight into the sky. I wonder if the Celestial Venerable of Primordial Beginning can receive them.

There were also 11 large roosters hanging nearby.

Only a few candles dimly illuminated the surroundings, making it look from a distance like an upside-down yellow bowl covering them.

Tan Wenjie, dressed in a Taoist priest's robe, gripped the Divine Demon Sword, with Long Kui and a little zombie guarding him.

"bloodletting!"

The little zombie stretched out its hand, allowing Tan Wenjie to slash it with his sword and draw out 11 drops of blood.

This is the blood of a drought demon, the blood of a descendant of a general, and the blood of a zombie king. It is considered top-grade among zombies.

Eleven drops of zombie blood circled in the air, guided by the tip of the sword, before landing lightly and precisely on the foreheads of eleven corpses.

Tan Wenjie gripped the sword blade with his left hand and slashed it fiercely, splattering blood everywhere.

He walked quickly past the eleven coffins, ensuring that his blood dripped precisely into the mouths of each corpse.

This is the blood of immortals and saints, a highly nourishing substance. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Tan Wenjie is a walking elixir of immortality; consuming it would truly allow one to ascend to heaven.

With these resources, the eleven Kryptonian corpses twitched and suddenly opened their eyes.

“Moonlight!” Tan Wenjie said again.

Longkui raised her hand and unleashed a burst of magical power, causing the thick clouds in the sky to disperse, precisely scattering eleven rays of moonlight onto the eleven coffins.

The Kryptonian corpse's fangs were elongating, and its fingernails were also growing.

Seeing that the situation was about right, Tan Wenjie shook the Sanqing Bell.

He brandished his sword with his right hand, took a sip of wine and spat it out with a "poof," sprinkling it on the first four coffins of zombies. He then took another sip and slowly sprayed it evenly onto the coffins behind him.

He made a hand seal and shouted, "Rise!"

The body remained motionless.

"Ok?"

Tan Wenjie took out a yellow talisman and stuck it on the zombie's forehead. He then lightly touched the talisman with a cinnabar brush and gently pulled it with the brush.

"rise!"

The zombie remained motionless.

He blinked and looked closely, finally noticing something amiss with the zombie.

"No soul?"

They were all killed by their own unforgivable curse, their souls strangled clean, leaving only a lump of stiff, rotten flesh.

Ordinary zombies have a spirit but no soul, while Jiang Chen's descendants have both a spirit and a soul, but regardless of which type, they cannot move without a spirit.

Suddenly, Tan Wenjie had a thought: he happened to have a group of souls that had nowhere to go.

When a ghost possesses a zombie, even the King of Hell fears it.

The illusion of the Frost Marrow Spring suddenly appeared behind him. The enormous lotus tree gently swayed its branches, and above it, a batch of flower buds were already being nurtured. These buds, unlike the others, were being nurtured using the finest essence of General Zod's soul. "Come, come," he said, bending down to pull up General Zod's corpse. "Fish find fish, shrimp find shrimp, turtles find tortoises. You're about to be born, but you won't have any physical bodies to use. As my soldiers, I'll give you a physical body."

The corpse was sucked into the flower bud, flickering between light and dark a few times before finally returning to normal.

The remaining ten bodies all went through the same process.

Next, all that's left is to wait for the flower buds to mature, at which point the ghost soldiers and demon generals will give birth to units.

Loyalty can be guaranteed just as well.

Just then, a flower bud suddenly bloomed.

This was the Yin Soldier he cultivated when he obtained his first Soul Essence after killing Voldemort, which happened to be the time when Voldemort first matured.

"Boom."

The figure fell.

It was a small giant, about three meters tall, with tattered clothes and a bull's head.

【Bullhead (Ghost Soldier)】

Life: 50000/50000
Mana: 20/20
Physical strength: 50000/50000
Talent 1: Steel Body (able to withstand extremely strong impacts)
Talent 2: Immense Strength (able to lift extremely heavy objects)
Talent 3: Yellow Sun (Absorbing solar energy can enhance one's basic attributes)
Talent 4: Super Perception (Able to perceive things at extremely long distances)

Talent 5: Soul Capture (Innate ability to exert pressure on souls)

Talent 6: Kryptonite (Kryptonite severely weakens strength)
Skill:-
equipment:-
magic weapon:-
Tan Wenjie watched as the enormous bull's head, as big as an iron tower, strode heavily toward him.

"Little zombie, quickly find it a pair of pants!"

That's incredibly arrogant.

"Your Majesty," the ox-headed man said, bowing his head humbly.

With his top-tier Yin Soldier Minotaur, Tan Wenjie even felt that his Soul-Catching Talent was somewhat superfluous.

Looking at his 50000 health points and only 20 mana, it's not hard to guess that if he hadn't thrown in the Kryptonian zombie's corpse, the ones that would have come out would have been all standard grunts with only 20 mana.

He starts with 5 lives now. If he gets some more sun exposure, he might be able to produce a whole batch of pure yang bullheads under his command.

"You stay here." Tan Wenjie glanced at the lotus tree. "I will summon you when I need you."

"Yes!" Bullhead nodded obediently.

The situation outside is still uncertain, so it's not suitable for the bull to sunbathe. It can wait until it leaves this world to find a safe and peaceful place where it can bask in the sun for hundreds of years.

As the shadows of the trees dissipated, Tan Wenjie quickly gathered up the little zombie, Longkui, and the coffin on the ground, then flicked his invisibility cloak and disappeared from the spot.

A little over a minute later, a bat-shaped flying machine silently hovered in the air.

Batman landed, crouched down, and his black cape split open completely behind him.

"There are traces here, and a very strong energy reaction." Batman quickly gathered the information he could find and converted it into usable data in his mind.

"He's definitely plotting something."

Despite not catching anyone, Batman still felt the trip was worthwhile because he learned more about Tan Wenjie.

Moreover, since the other party is currently in the open while I am in the shadows, I can easily find out his problems from other sources.

That's Batman for you—he never fights a battle he can't win.

"Ah Fu, please help me make an appointment with Tan Wenjie. I heard he's a very famous spiritual medium."

The butler Afu's voice came through the earpiece: "When did you start becoming superstitious?"

“Batman wouldn’t, but Bruce Wayne can be interested in anything, and he’s recently felt he needs a medium’s help.”

“I regret to inform you that this may be difficult,” Afu’s voice came. “I just inquired for you, and the spiritual medium Jie’s appointment is already booked until next month, and he is currently refusing appointments, even if you pay more.”

“Then buy out all the reservation slots from those who made reservations.” Batman, already back inside the spacecraft, paused for a moment before asking, “Where did you make your reservation?”

“A website for spiritual mediums. They collaborate with spiritual mediums and take a cut of the profits.”

"Buy this website."

whoosh-

The bat-shaped aircraft spread its wings and plunged into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, past the moon, and then quickly disappeared into the night. (End of Chapter)