The coachman's corpse caused no disturbance. The market entrance was a mixed bag, and every few days there would be vendetta killings among martial artists. The common folk had long grown used to death and injury.
Instead, it drew dozens of rats that continuously gnawed at the corpse's flesh and blood.
"Beast Tamer."
Yang He was at a tea stall not far away. He had already removed the Skin Pouch Dharma Robe, while the black cat hid in the shadows. One man and one cat openly observed the swarm of rats.
"Dead?"
"It definitely wasn't Sun Qi!"
"Song Zhi was right. A cultivator who has undergone a second revival is hiding in the dark!!"
"Find him. We must find him, or there will be too many variables in the ritual. Damn it, I shouldn't have chosen Jialiang Water Town for my second revival!"
In moments, the swarm had devoured the corpse clean, not even sparing the bones.
Yang He narrowed his eyes. To his surprise, the rain in the First Layer of Hell was connected to a second revival. It seemed that as the revival deepened, the connection between cultivators and the Boundless Hell would only grow stronger.
"Bill!"
He drained the soup in one gulp and returned home with the black cat.
The coachman had died at the market entrance. Even if no one cared about the fish stomach, it was no longer safe. The Beast Tamer was far more troublesome than the coachman, so he had to be careful.
Yang He put on a show in the side room, taking out a book and leafing through it.
The Beast Tamer had gone mad. Rustling sounds rang out from the walls nearby, but the Pupil Ghost excelled at concealing its aura.
The rat swarm rummaged about for nearly half