The Corpse in the Graveyard

The Corpse in the Graveyard

Four or five hundred Spatial Rings, each containing a hundred thousand medicinal herb seeds.

No, no.

Sect Master Jun was bad at math. Someone help him calculate this!

The medicinal herbs in the Spatial Rings were of excellent quality and certainly high grade. Many could also be planted and refined into pills!

Jun Changxiao had been worrying over how to obtain more medicinal herbs. Now, upon entering the graveyard, he had been handed so many at once that an unreal feeling, as if in a dreamscape, rose within him.

Wait a second!

Could this place contain some sort of illusionary realm that conjured up whatever he thought of?

Jun Changxiao viciously pinched his own face.

It hurt badly, but the scene before his eyes remained. He truly could not determine whether this was real or fake.

Forget it.

Take them first and talk later!

Just as he was about to collect all the Spatial Rings, a cold wind suddenly blew against his ear, as though someone were standing behind him and breathing on him!

Jun Changxiao turned his head and saw an almost twisted face. Special mist streamed from its nostrils, its eyes were hollow and lifeless, and not a trace of living aura leaked from it.

A zombie?

Or a ghost!

"Holy shit!"

Boom—

Thud, thud, thud!

The disheveled person who had somehow approached him was blasted away.

Jun Changxiao grabbed Xi Jingxuan and hurriedly retreated.

A guy resembling a zombie had suddenly appeared behind him, completely undetectable by Spiritual Sense. Even someone like him, who had watched plenty of ghost movies, felt his scalp tingle!

Crack, crack, crack!

The soft earth split apart. Pairs of withered hands stretched out, followed by ragged, disheveled people crawling from the ground.

The sight was like countless