It Was a Living Corpse-Put the Head Back On

After listening to Daoist Qingshan, I sighed.

If that was the case, then this living corpse before us, with one soul and three ethereal souls dominated by Leng Bingshan's thoughts, had no value left to exploit and no intelligence value either.

Death was his final destination.

At the same time, I understood why Elder Qingshan had not used the Starlight-Moon Illusion Dream Incantation to interrogate Huang Miao, the Seven Yin Woman.

So the Soul-Devouring Gu existed. That was why he had told her to "atone for her own sins."

It seemed Daoist Qingshan did not possess as much of a "saintly heart" as I had imagined.

He simply never let his emotions show.

And a senior of his level had long since developed his own code of conduct.

At that moment, I stopped overthinking and stopped wasting words.

I picked up the short half of the Peachwood Sword and walked straight toward the living corpse, Leng Bingshan.

Leng Bingshan looked at me, his body trembling as his rolled-back eyes stared at me.

An androgynous voice came from his mouth:

"What... what are you going to do?"

"Of course, I'm going to kill you!"

I replied viciously.

After being dragged through this whole night, I would not be able to sleep if I did not kill Leng Bingshan.

As I spoke, I had already drawn very close to Leng Bingshan.

Mao Jing, Pan Ling, and Zhang Yuchen also stepped forward.

Clearly, everyone was holding back resentment.

The living corpse Leng Bingshan looked at us in utter panic.

But he could not move his body and could only threaten us aloud:

"I... I'm from Yellow Springs Valley.

Leng... Bingshan, and also... also Huang Miao of the Miao Territory Huang Family.

We have become one.

If you kill us, you'll spend the rest