Lu Zheng looked at Yuan Jing.
Yuan Jing nodded. "As long as it doesn't affect the common people's lives, we won't interfere with you."
Madam Qin hurriedly nodded. "All right, this concubine understands. I will absolutely never let the people here discover it again."
Wen Jiong had come for the "Corpse Refining Chapter," not Madam Qin. Since Lu Zheng had spared her, he naturally had no need for a ghost concubine.
"Since Dao Friend Lu has no use for this ghost..."
"Wait! Ghost King, I—I am willing to serve under your command and die in your ranks!" the ghost hurriedly said.
When he had the "Corpse Refining Chapter" of the Hui Ming Seven Classics and hoped to climb to the summit, of course he had wanted to do it himself. Now that the cultivation method was lost and his life and death were in another's hands, the ghost was greedy for life and afraid of death; he did not want to simply perish like this.
Hearing this, Wen Jiong gave a cold laugh. "I'm not that brainless Corpse King Gu. With your violent, bloodthirsty temperament, how many enemies did you bring him? Corpse King Gu could protect you, but I cannot be bothered to invite trouble for myself."
As his words fell, without giving the ghost any chance to continue begging for mercy, he sent another two Curse Seals crashing into its face.
"Hiss..."
The ghost's corpse-like body, hard as steel and iron, rapidly corroded. Before long, it turned into a puddle of thick liquid, and even its soul was reduced to nothingness.
Yuan Jing could not help swallowing. "What a formidable Curse Spell."
Wen Jiong smiled faintly. "It is merely a Netherworld curse spell I happened to acquire by chance. I have made a fool of myself before you,