Major Criminal Faces Lingchi

At that moment, thunder rumbled through Zhang Liang's heart.

An urge to cry rose within him, impossible to suppress.

"Oh, my ancestors."

At last, Zhang Liang slapped his thigh and wailed, "Was lying down somewhere not comfortable enough that you had to crawl back up? Are you playing with me?"

"Master, the Zhang Family's burial hill has corpses rising again."

On the road back, Ma Fei spotted the commotion on the burial hill and immediately transformed into a Golden Finch, flying close to investigate before flying back and shouting the news.

"Those wicked bastards—if the coffin lids can't hold them down, that's perfectly normal." Wang Tie Zhu looked over and laughed happily.

Qin He glanced back and casually asked, "How many rose?"

"Looks like three again."

"Too few." Qin He shook his head.

Before leaving, Qin He had fired the Immortal's Coffin Lid Technique at Zhang Liang nine times.

Yet only three had risen.

By his guess, all the corpses capable of rising had already done so.

The rest had long since turned into dry bones in their coffins and could not rise anymore.

After all, not every corpse could remain uncorrupted with a golden body.

But then again, the first three, the latter three, plus a corpse demon.

A mere Zhang Family burial hill had seven corpses whose bodies had not decayed.

How was this a burial hill?

It was more like a corpse-raising ground.

As the saying went, once you were out in the world, you always had to pay your debts.

The Zhang Family's time was near.

At noon, Qin He and the others returned to Lin'an City.

The moment they entered the city gate, two soldiers came toward them, carrying a bronze gong and a notice, which they posted right by the gate.

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