"Ghost Corpse Slave!?"
The man who had just leaped swiftly to the window frowned deeply as he spoke its name.
Everyone in the tavern turned to look at him.
"Ghost Corpse Slave? What the hell is that?"
"Zombies are already hard enough to understand. You can actually name something like that?"
"This kid doesn't look very old, just around thirty. Could he be making it up?"
"Bullshit! Can't you see how powerful his cultivation is?"
"That's right, that's right. This lord is incredibly powerful, and he recognized the Ghost Corpse Slave at a glance. He clearly knows what it is and how to kill it."
Quite a few people quickly went from disbelief to rallying around him.
A short, fat man who looked every bit like a newly rich local rich man asked the man with a fawning smile, "My lord, since you recognize these Ghost Corpse Slaves, you must know how to deal with them, right?"
"What good does knowing do?!"
The man was so angered by their words that he laughed.
Knowing its name meant he should know how to deal with it?
What kind of fucking logic was that?
Besides, couldn't they see how many Ghost Corpse Slaves had suddenly appeared? Every time they bit someone, another person would be poisoned by corpse venom and turned into one of them!
Even if this young master had advanced further after the stimulation of the past few years and reached the Third Grade Saint Star Position, he still couldn't possibly kill them all!
What was more, what was more...
"Why is it useless?" the short, fat local rich man asked in confusion.
"Why? Are you fucking blind? Even the weakest of those Ghost Corpse Slaves has combat power comparable to a Saint Star Position expert. And they're impervious to