For some reason, this ghost cultivator's face looked a little familiar. But King Wuguan was certain she had never seen this face before. Perhaps all dead people looked more or less alike—or perhaps she had used this ghost's body at some point?
Before her eyes, ghostly qi rose from the tomb as the power of that Divine Presence remnant corpse was frantically plundered.
King Wuguan's fury rose in someone else's heart, and wickedness sprang from someone else's gall.
How dare they steal her goods!
She had merely spent some time furthering her studies in the Central Heavenly Prison, and the world had already forgotten the notorious name of King Wuguan. What utter nonsense!
With a thought, she rolled herself into the wild grass.
Then her three souls shifted position, and she controlled a corpse in a neighboring grave. It burst violently from its coffin, smashing through the yellow earth. This corpse, more than half bare bones with rotting flesh still concealing maggots, streaked through the air in swift flight and shouted in a deep voice, "Who dares trespass into the Imperial Mausoleum of Ji Kingdom? Do you not know death?!"
Her lips continued chanting, "True Lord of Great Jing, heed my sacred prayer. Descend upon my precious tombs, protect my rivers and mountains!"
The ghostly figure above the grave gave a startled shudder. Without saying a word, it vanished on the spot.
Now that was what it meant to have a guilty conscience!
Petty thievery truly could never amount to anything.
King Wuguan sneered and swept forward, raising a hand to summon that Divine Presence remnant corpse from the grave. Hm. Not much of its remaining divinity had been consumed. It could still be used.
As a frequent visitor to graveyards and a seasoned connoisseur of cemeteries, she easily restored