For some reason, as he gazed at the pitch-black lake, the Fatty always felt there was something terrifying inside—and that it was about to come out.
"What did it feel like when you punched Old Man Song just now?" Ye Qiutang asked quietly.
The Fatty couldn't be bothered to answer. He was figuring out how to lure those ghostly things away and then find a way to save Jiang Cheng. That painting on the wall looked highly suspicious.
"Did it feel really hard, like you'd punched a statue of a Vajra Buddha?" Ye Qiutang pressed.
This time, the Fatty reacted. He turned to look at Ye Qiutang.
Seeing this, Ye Qiutang slowly nodded, a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. "Looks like I was right. Those things are Invincible Corpses. My father's subordinates mentioned them once. They're incredibly sinister, impervious to blades and bullets, and immune to poison."
Hope welled up in the Fatty's eyes. "Your father's men actually saw corpses come back to life like these?"
"They did. Remember the village I told you about earlier? It was there," Ye Qiutang explained. "These things can only be made in places with the strongest Evil Spirit. They say that once they grow powerful enough, they'll gather together and bow in worship, which will summon a great evil."
"My father's men nearly suffered a terrible loss. Fortunately, they had some experts with them who knew what they were dealing with. They managed to interrupt the ritual at the last moment, but the price they paid was still enormous."
Whether the price had been enormous or not was beside the point, as long as these things could be dealt with. "Then how do we deal with these Invincible Corpses? What are they afraid of?" the Fatty pressed.
"These things rise as evil