So these villagers are controlled by that tomb blood's mental power?

That shouldn't be possible. If that were the case, the mental power he could cover would be too much and too broad.

Not to mention that it is impossible for an evolver to grow to this level at this stage, even if there is, it is enough to crush Zhang Mu now.

It is such a huge project to divide the mental power into several strands, control so many humans, and make them think normally and communicate with others normally.

Then there is only one possibility!

Zhang Mu combined Muxue's identity and remembered that he was a person who was reborn from a corpse. He was no longer a human being, but a new race.

This group of villagers do not have any abilities and cannot be his kind, so they are corpse puppets!

No wonder the wind-attributed obsidian worms are so sensitive to the smell of rotting earth on their bodies, while the earth-attributed mutant wolfhounds have no reaction at all.

These corpse puppets must have been dug out for some time and were contaminated with human energy, so Zhang Mu could not smell the difference.

In later generations, there were also corpse-evolved beings like Muxue. Realizing that they could not return to being humans, they formed a new race. That was why Zhang Mu was so wary when he first met him.

They are rare, but have capricious tempers. They have consciously abandoned the seven emotions and six desires of human beings. They can create corpse puppets, that is, use corpses to form their own army.

This kind of corpse puppet will absolutely obey orders, but what makes it more useful than a group of zombies is that when these corpse puppets are independent, they have their own thoughts, which depends on the power of the corpse evolvers who control them.

The stronger the corpse evolvers are, the higher their spiritual recovery rate will be.

Although the corpse puppet he met just now had some imperfections occasionally, it was able to restore human emotions to a large extent.

It seems that this tomb blood has at least advanced to the second level within half a year.

, and it is very likely that the time for advancement will be very early.

However, the creation of corpse puppets also has limitations. They must be buried for a period of time before they can be resurrected. In other words, those who have died recently cannot be made into corpse puppets.

In the situation before the end of the world when cremation was prevalent, the capabilities of the corpse evolvers were very limited, unless they had a premeditated plan to use fresh corpses for burial and cultivate corpse puppets.

But what Zhang Mu was puzzled about was how this tomb blood could revive so many corpses of men, women, young and old. If one wanted to form an army of corpse puppets, wouldn’t it be enough to just need the corpses of middle-aged male humans?

What are we going to do with the elderly, children, and women?

Zhang Mu was a little puzzled, but this was not the place to stay. Yuan Rui was now poisoned by the medicine and felt drowsy. This was probably because the fragrance of the medicine here was so faint.

Zhang Mu didn't want to wake Yuan Rui up directly. She had already fallen into a deep sleep, and waking her up suddenly would cause more or less harm to her.

He picked up Yuan Rui from the bed, pushed open the wooden door and walked out, placing the sleeping Yuan Rui on the soft back of the mutant wolfhound.

The obsidian bug also noticed something was wrong, but Yuan Rui's body was still stable, and it didn't seem like there was anything wrong. It asked, "What happened?"

Zhang Mu didn't say much, just replied, "There's something strange about this village."

Now he wanted to verify an idea in his mind to determine to what extent Tomb Blood was rejected by its original identity as a human being.

Zhang Mu flashed into the main house and saw the still warm old wine on the table and the remaining dishes and food that had not been cleared away. He instantly felt a little nauseous because he had already guessed what he was about to see.

He lifted the curtain of the kitchen in the main house, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he gasped.

This kitchen

Inside, there were neatly arranged pieces of meat, including several salted human thighs with smooth cut surfaces. The sausages hanging on the top must have been made of human meat, and each string was extremely symmetrical.

Zhang Mu had seen people eating human flesh, but he had never seen human flesh being made into something that looked like a work of art.

The meat that Li Dazhuang wanted to give himself just now should be this.

Muxue, you are tired of living.

Thinking of Zhang Mu, who almost ate human flesh just now, his back teeth began to grind, and his eyes swept to the corner of the dining table.

There was yellow oil in a jar. Thinking of those strangely bright oil lamps and lanterns, Zhang Mu didn't want to think about it anymore.

Have we treated humans as food, carefully cooked, and as daily necessities?

Good, very good.

Zhang Mu's expression was extremely gloomy. He quietly left the kitchen, called the mutant wolfhound and the obsidian worm, and left this place that had made him disgusted and angry to the extreme.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

What kind of irreconcilable hatred does this tomb blood have with humans?

He is so ruthless, treating humans as animals. He wants to completely get rid of his human identity and will not stop until he dies.

Cooperate with mutated plants to kill Era agent merchants, and use the flesh of other human evolvers to feed the corpse puppets under his command.

Muxue, since you want to fight to the death, then fight to the death!

When Zhang Mu, filled with rage, walked to the entrance of the village, he suddenly had an idea and wanted to clear up all the doubts in his mind at once.

With a single effort, he pulled down the stone tablet at the entrance of the village. The stone tablet with the words "Licun" engraved on the front collapsed with a loud bang, and two large characters suddenly appeared on the back of the stone tablet.

"Yizhuang!"

This is the charity cemetery in Li Village.

(End of this chapter)