Then, through an unbelievable x-ray-like vision, Li Shaolin watched his heart gradually stop beating. Its bright red color began to take on a deathly gray, spreading through one half like rot.
Next, the strange stiffness grew stronger and stronger. The world before his eyes turned black and white. Had he really become one of the Undead?
He looked again at the Book of the Dead in his hand. Sure enough, in the race column, the two words "Human" had turned gray, while the three words "Half-Undead" had lit up in vivid blood-red, proclaiming his identity as one of the Undead!
A helpless feeling rose in Li Shaolin's heart. Heavens, don't mess with me like this, okay? I only made a few bottles of Death Potion. Was there really a need to turn me into one of the Undead too? God, was my future happy life going to be sacrificed? I was still counting on becoming rich and powerful, with wives and concubines galore!
However, to his summons, his change might not have been worth mentioning at all. As far as they were concerned, as long as Li Shaolin remained their master, it did not matter what he became. Perhaps, in the Skeleton Warrior's eyes, Undead creatures were the most perfect beings in the world.
Then, that strange x-ray-like sensation vanished from his eyes. At that moment, his skin had turned bluish and his muscles had stiffened. If he had found a mirror to look into, he would have seen eyes gleaming with a green phosphorescence. His hair had become dry and lusterless, hanging messily over his head. He looked like a man who had just died. His heart had completely stopped beating as well, yet he could feel that one half was deathly gray while the other was blood-red. It