"Ahahahahaha! Heeheeheehee! Hahahaha!" The female corpse's laughter was shrill and grating.
"Peh!"
It spat a mouthful of disgusting black, viscous saliva at them, and Scott carelessly got it all over his face.
"Gah—! Sizzle!"
The instant the black slime touched his face, his entire visage wrinkled and twisted into something hideous. Before he could even let out a howl—
Ash had already pressed the wooden plaque against his face.
With the sound of a red-hot branding iron meeting cold water, Scott, who had not yet fully transformed, reverted to normal once more.
"Thank you. Thank you, thank you!" He kept gasping for breath.
Ash ignored him. He walked over to the wooden hatch, where the female corpse had drawn its head back slightly in fear of the plaque.
He raised his right foot high and stomped down hard on the hatch.
With a bang, the wooden hatch slammed into the female corpse's head, knocking it back into the basement.
Crack!
The cabin's wooden door was on the verge of collapse under the relentless pounding. A rotting arm reached in from outside, followed by a disgusting head that had decayed more than halfway through.
Its rotten face grinned as its upper and lower gums continuously clacked together, releasing wild, unrestrained laughter.
"Come on. Whatever you've got, I can't wait any longer!" Ash came up to Wu Heng.
"No problem. Pick a body part and pour it on," Wu Heng said, handing Ash a small bottle.
Ash took it and examined it. The liquid inside looked just like the saliva of the female corpse in the basement. He even suspected it was exactly the same substance.
"This is Marrow Rot from Mire Graveyard, a very special liquid. Its legacy has been lost, and very little remains," Wu Heng said, introducing a term