Confrontation

Confrontation

Lin Cai's face changed. She hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist Liu, don't listen to this monster's nonsense. If we die, it definitely won't let you go. What zombie doesn't suck cultivators' Essence Blood?"

"Madam Lin, don't worry. I'm not that stupid. Even if I kill it, I can still take the Storage Bag on its body." Liu Chen's tone was calm; he didn't take the Blue-robed Scholar seriously.

"Kill this king? Hmph! This king has one foot in the Hairy Zombie realm. How could the likes of you destroy me?" The Blue-robed Scholar looked disdainful. His gaze shifted, and he pointed at Shi Yue. "Kill him, and this king will give you the Storage Bag on my body. How about it?"

Liu Chen was tempted. He looked toward Zhao Shan, whose brows knitted together as hesitation crossed his face.

Although this zombie had gained intelligence, it was still a Black Zombie. At most, it was equivalent to a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Cultivator. As long as they worked together, they might well be able to take it down.

But if the Black Zombie was willing to hand over the Storage Bag on its body, Liu Chen and the others didn't want to risk a fight to the death with it.

"Fellow Daoists, don't believe a word it says. This place is covered in layers upon layers of restrictions, and every way out is blocked. If you don't destroy this monster, how will you leave? Do you really expect it to let you go? Kill it, and all the treasures will be yours. I won't take even a single Spirit Stone." Shi Yue spoke slowly, his expression utterly calm.

"That's right. Kill it, and the treasures will be ours anyway." A glint flashed in Zhao Shan's eyes as he spoke firmly.