Chapter 149: Execution

Just as Wang Laoshi and his wife were searching for their son on the main street, suddenly, vivid images appeared in their minds.

In those pictures, the background was dim, gloomy, and terrifying, just like the legendary nether hell.

In the main position of the image was a giant ball of flesh over ten meters high.

This ball of flesh was composed of densely packed corpses holding hands and connecting feet; in the very center of the ball, there was a short dwarf shaking a triangular command flag in his hand.

From the Valley behind the giant ball of flesh, zombies were rushing out one by one to join the ranks of the ball, which also caused the ball to keep expanding.

The zombies composing the ball of flesh kept opening and closing their mouths, emitting bursts of roars like Wild Beasts, making one's hair stand on end and feel terrified upon hearing them.

"What is this thing? How did it appear in my mind? Could it be that I am possessed?" Wang Laoshi was stunned for a moment. He was startled by such a horrific image and hurriedly shook his head, wanting to dispel these inexplicable pictures, but inadvertently, he saw a figure composing the ball of flesh that was actually his son he dreamed of day and night.

"Shitou, why are you in that ball of flesh? Come back quickly!" Wang Laoshi was shocked and shouted anxiously, but Wang Shitou in the image seemed not to hear him at all, his eyes still blood-red, pulling the palm of the zombie next to him and protecting the dwarf in the middle of the ball of flesh.

"Son, I am your mother! Come back quickly! Mother misses you; I will never hit you again." Wang Laoshi's wife was like a madwoman, shouting at the top of her lungs. She stretched out her hands wanting to pull Wang Shitou back, but those patterns only appeared in her mind; she could not touch them at all.

"Wuwu... Father of the child, did you also see that pattern? How could Shitou be in that big ball of flesh?" Wang Laoshi's wife wept uncontrollably; no matter how she shouted, the Wang Shitou in that pattern seemed not to hear.

"I don't know either. Perhaps the immortals have manifested, letting us see where our son is?" Wang Laoshi muttered.

Wang Shitou's wife knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Heaven continuously, piously begging: "Immortals, I beg you to show mercy and save my Shitou."

The same image appeared in the minds of all the Subjects loyal to Meng Yifan. Most of the commoners who had lost their children were the same as Wang Laoshi and his wife, seeing the fate of their children, which made them all beg the existence that transmitted the images to them to save their children.

The zombies composing the giant ball of flesh, besides those child zombies, were also refined from the commoners of Luolong County. Some had already been buried in peace, but their corpses were dug up by someone and refined into zombies. The relatives of these corpses were all burning with anxiety upon seeing that image.

There were also other zombies similar to the child zombies, all missing persons from inside and outside Luolong County. Their relatives were also furious upon seeing this scene.

At this moment, Meng Yifan's voice rang out in the minds of those twenty-thousand-plus Subjects: "I am Meng Yifan. I hereby notify everyone that the Master of Wanxiang Tower is an evil heretic. He is using the bodies of commoners to refine zombies on the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower. I am currently on the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower, eliminating harm for the people. I request everyone to lend me a hand."

"Bastard! So it was the Master of Wanxiang Tower who abducted my Shitou. I'm going to fight him to the death!" Wang Laoshi cursed angrily, grabbed a shoulder pole from the side, and rushed toward Wanxiang Tower.

"My son, you died so miserably! You couldn't even have peace after death, being refined into a zombie by an evil Daoist. Even if I have to risk this life, I will avenge you." Wang Laoshi's wife pulled out the Iron Hairpin from her head and followed closely behind Wang Laoshi, rushing toward Wanxiang Tower.

Those whose relatives and friends had been refined into zombies were angry, and other commoners were also angry. Such a conscience-less thing was happening right beside them. Today it was someone else being refined into a zombie; tomorrow it might be their own relatives. Such an evil Daoist must be eradicated as soon as possible.

"Charge! Slay the evil Daoist of Wanxiang Tower!"

"If the evil Daoist is not removed, Luolong County will never have peace!"

"Lord Meng is fighting the evil Daoist on the fifth floor. Let's hurry and charge to help Lord Meng slay the evil Daoist."

In an instant, all twenty thousand people inside and outside Luolong County were plunged into monstrous rage. They rushed toward Wanxiang Tower from all directions, swearing to tear the Master of Wanxiang Tower into ten thousand pieces.

There were over thirty thousand people in and around Luolong County, of which over twenty thousand had already accepted Meng Yifan's rule. They all received the patterns sent by Meng Yifan. Although the other ten thousand did not see the patterns, they felt the same after hearing the accounts of others and joined the ranks of those crusading against the Master of Wanxiang Tower.

Even the leaders of the Three Great Gangs wanted to go attack Wanxiang Tower, but they were stopped by the leaders of the Three Great Gangs. Their Three Great Gangs were the local snakes of Luolong County. They knew that Zuo Moyan was a mysterious and unpredictable Immortal Cultivator with very powerful strength. They let Zuo Moyan and Meng Yifan fight to the death, preferably both suffering heavy losses, so that their Three Great Gangs could reap the benefits.

Meng Dayong and those nine hundred soldiers also saw the image and heard Meng Yifan's summons. They shouldered their Bird Guns, picked up their Cannons, and rushed toward Wanxiang Tower.

While the twenty thousand-plus commoners were filled with righteous indignation, the Luolong County Great Seal in Meng Yifan's hand trembled slightly. All the commoners felt a summons from the netherworld. They realized this was Meng Yifan borrowing their strength to prepare to attack the evil Daoist Zuo Moyan, and everyone agreed to that summons without hesitation.

Above everyone's head, a strand of white light invisible to the naked eye emerged, rushing along a mysterious connecting channel into the Great Seal in Meng Yifan's hand.

Everyone has a Divine Soul and also has Spiritual Power; the difference is that the Spiritual Power of ordinary people is very weak and can only maintain normal daily life.

They had a portion of their Spiritual Power drawn away and felt very exhausted, as if they hadn't slept for three days and three nights. Their eyes were almost unable to open, yet they were very excited; this contradictory state was not pleasant.

The Spiritual Power of one ordinary person is limited, but many make a lot; the Spiritual Power of over twenty thousand people gathered together was a very terrifying force.

As more and more Spiritual Power was received, the Luolong County Great Seal in Meng Yifan's hand emitted ten thousand rays of light, just like a small Greater Yang, dispersing the surrounding black mist. Holding the Great Seal, Meng Yifan, whose body was shrouded in light, was like a Heavenly god walking out of a myth.

Zuo Moyan looked at the streaks of white light around him in disbelief and said: "This is Dynasty Luck, Sentient Being Spiritual Power. Impossible! You are only a Third Grade Martial Artist; how could you possibly master Dynasty Luck?"

"This is actually not the Dynasty Luck of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty. You, a rebel, actually have Dynasty Luck too? How is this possible?"

Meng Yifan shouted loudly: "I sentence you to be guilty, you shall be executed!"

The twenty thousand-plus commoners felt it in their hearts and also shouted in unison toward the direction of Wanxiang Tower:

"You are guilty, you shall be executed!"

"You are guilty, you shall be executed!"

"You are guilty, you shall be executed!"