When Shen Tuo woke up, he transformed into a young landlord from Guide Mansion in the 14th year of Chongzhen.
My father had just died, and the land was about to lose its hold. The uncle of the clan was watching with eager eyes, and even the housekeeper of the family planted arsenic in the rice.
Just when he thought he was going to die, a voice sounded in his mind——
[Dead warrior summoning system has been activated]
[Lv1: Summon 1 dead soldier every day (consuming 1 cubic meter of soil)]
[The higher the level, the more summons you have]
Shen Yi: Master, he added arsenic to the rice.
Shen Er: Master, I have memorized Feng Shichang's handwritten letter to the prefect's staff.
Shen Liu: Master, all 300 nursing homes in the Lu Family Courtyard lost contact before dawn.
If one dead soldier is not enough, then a thousand. If one Guide Mansion is not enough, then conquer the entire Central Plains.
When Li Zicheng arrived at Guide Mansion, what he saw was not an empty city, but an army of dead soldiers who were as silent as iron.
