Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol 1 By Mo Xiang Tong Xiu-pdfread.net

He darted back to the east courtyard. Lan Sizhui’s first plan had come
to an end, so he devised another. The youths all unsheathed their longswords,
planting them in the ground to form a fence of blades. The ghost arm
smashed about within the enclosure. It was taking all their energy just to hold
the hilts in place and prevent them from being expelled by the force; no one
had the time to pay attention to who was going in and out of the hall.
Wei Wuxian stepped into the east hall and yanked up the corpses of
Madam Mo and Mo Ziyuan, one in each hand. In a low voice, he gave a
command:
“Awake yet?”
At the sound of his voice, the souls returned!
An instant later, Madam Mo and Mo Ziyuan opened their white eyes
and let out a shrill shriek unique to malicious ghosts at the moment of their
resurrection.
Amidst the high and low shrieks, another corpse crawled to its feet in
trepidation, calling out feebly with a voice that could not have been any
softer. It was Madam Mo’s husband.
The cries were loud enough, the hatred plentiful. Wei Wuxian was
extremely pleased.
“Recognize that arm out there?”
He smiled.
“Tear it apart,” he ordered.
The three members of the Mo family were like three blasts of black
wind, blowing forth in an instant.
That left arm had broken a longsword. Just as it was about to break out
of the pen, three left-armless fierce corpses came lunging at it.
Even aside from the fear of disobeying Wei Wuxian’s command, these
three carried an intense hatred for the creature that had killed them, and they
unleashed all their fury upon that ghost arm. The one leading the attack was
undoubtedly Madam Mo. Once reanimated, female corpses were often
particularly ferocious. Her hair was flying wild, her white eyes crawling with
red, and her nails had burst in length exponentially. She was foaming at the
mouth, her shrill cries practically raising the roofs, completely crazed. Mo