After Qiu Cunzhi finished speaking, he stood up and walked dejectedly back to his cave abode. He never once looked back at me along the way.
I watched his back, my emotions tangled. But now was not the time for me to hesitate. Han Shanshan's life or death was unknown, and I couldn't stop for even half a moment.
When I reached the bell tower, I struck the alarm bell. The Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings had been patrolling, and when the alarm rang, they all converged on the spot, killing intent blazing.
Jiang Han and Song Wanyi came over as well. By then, their Ghost King stage cultivation had already become extremely stable. Their strength went without saying.
The two thousand corpse soldiers were gone, but the core elites remained. There were still quite a few Corpse Kings. More than a dozen of them formed ranks behind Madam Qi, neat and orderly, displaying the bearing a military force ought to have.
I explained the situation and asked them to help me gang up on someone. After living peacefully here, these Corpse Kings had all come to see themselves as part of this place. Hearing the earnestness in my voice, they immediately clamored to charge out and snatch the people back.
Liu Xiaomiao was indignant after hearing the whole story, and naturally took responsibility as well.
Everyone immediately went to prepare.
To guard against the Aristocratic Clans' trump card, I took Song Wanyi to the rear courtyard to find Unlucky Bear and the Black-Haired Hou. The two had already settled into the sheds built in the rear courtyard. When they saw me suddenly arrive, they came trotting over eagerly.
Unlucky Bear was now equipped rather lavishly. Besides the black iron coffin, a strange fine-steel arm guard was strapped to its