The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Can you still talk?" Qiong Ying corrected her sitting posture and continued to interrogate.

Her tone was excellent, but in Xia Houjue's ears, it was icy cold, like the sound of a soul in hell.

"Yes, yes, I say..." Xia Houjue nodded repeatedly, he knew what Hanyue Qiongying meant, if he couldn't speak, he would have to continue to accept the inhuman torture.

"I don't have much patience." Qiong Ying rubbed her forehead lightly, showing that she was a little impatient.

"I said that wizards use living people to make undead. These living people are all strong. They wear down their will. When the body dies, they pull out their consciousness and inject the blood of the manipulator's heart. Then it becomes Undead."

"The undead have only a weak consciousness, but their bodies are extremely strong and can withstand powerful phantom power, and the undead that fail to make become dead corpses. I only know that the undead is made in this way, and I don't know the specific process. Only advanced Only wizards understand."

After Xia Houjue finished speaking intermittently, he secretly glanced at the woman on the chair. The shadow of the cold moon sky was astonishingly beautiful, but it was also astonishingly cold.

Before Xia Houjue finished the book, Caiyi stepped on his head.Dare to spy on the lord, really tired of work!

"Ah!" Xia Houjue let out a muffled snort, the burn on his face was rubbed on the ground, causing him to tremble in pain.

"Are you finished?" Qiong Ying asked casually, rubbing her forehead.

"It's over, let me go." Xia Houjue struggled a bit and pleaded.

"I don't like people who know but don't speak, Luo Yi." Qiong Ying ordered lightly.

"Yes, my lord." Luo Yi nodded, and then picked up a strange torture tool, the sharp hooks gave off a gloomy cold light.

"You can't torture me! I've told everything I know, let me go!" Xia Houjue roared like crazy. He had never seen such a torture device, and he didn't know how to use it, but he could imagine it. How scary.

Caiyi immediately gagged his mouth, and Luo Yi walked in step by step.

"Well, stop, I, I said, said..." Xia Houjue wriggled his mouth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Don't scream, speak well." Caiyi let him go.

Luo Yi also dropped the instrument of torture, acting as if you were interested.

Xia Houjue had to say, "The strength of the undead is almost beyond the eighth level, and all the functions of the body are very powerful. Unless the manipulator makes them commit suicide, no one can kill them."

"Or there are strong people whose cultivation is beyond the eighth level, and they may be able to kill them. But beyond the eighth level, it is probably the ninth level. At present, no one on the mainland can reach the ninth level."

Speaking of this, Xiahou was absolutely unwilling, that's why he was so unscrupulous, but he still fell into the hands of Yan Dian unexpectedly!All of this is because of that bitch Luo Wanqing's own opinion!When he returns to Dongyue, he must teach that bitch a lesson!

"But don't try to kill the manipulator. Once the manipulator dies, the undead will lose control, become insensitive, and become a real evil spirit. No one knows what the consequences will be. Only by using the undead can you kill the undead that has lost control. I've said it all, please let me go." Xia Houjue begged.

"Are you sure you've said everything?" Qiong Ying smiled half-smile, her patience was almost exhausted.

"...Yes, yes." Xia Houjue nodded in horror, a little guilty, the eyes of Hanyue Qiongying were too terrifying, even more terrifying than his father.

"Pull out the soul of the undead, it should be put into the container, you seem to have forgotten to say." The voice was neither soft nor heavy, but icy cold.

Xia Houjue was shocked, with a sad expression on his face, he had to say again: "I, I was nervous for a while, so I forgot something. The container contains the soul of the undead, that is, the consciousness. The soul is born attached to the container."