A Chance Encounter with the Five Friends

Could Lu Huaming's information be wrong? Is there no ghost here at the peak of the Late Fasting Stage? Shen Luo wondered.

Forget it. I chose to come here, so I might as well keep looking. He put his doubts aside, ended his cultivation, and rose to continue deeper into the ancient tomb.

After passing through several more corridors, Shen Luo stopped and looked ahead.

Muffled impacts echoed from up ahead, mixed with shouts. Someone seemed to be fighting.

He was not surprised. The Yin Ridge Mountains were thick with yin energy and rich in yin-aspected materials, drawing many cultivators in search of treasure every year. With no barrier sealing off the tomb, it was only natural that someone else had come inside.

Besides, he had searched for so long without finding a suitable ghost. Now that he had encountered other cultivators, perhaps he could ask them what they knew.

With that thought, Shen Luo moved on. A dozen or so breaths later, he reached the end of the corridor, where a vast stone chamber opened before him.

The chamber was largely empty, save for a coffin in one corner. It had been overturned, and bright red blood flowed from it, staining a broad swath of the floor and giving off a pungent stench of blood and yin energy.

Near the coffin, five cultivators were fighting a blood-red zombie.

It's them! Surprise crossed Shen Luo's face.

He had seen these five before. They were the Five Friends of Mount Mang, whom he had encountered outside Danyangzi's residence.

The Blood-Red Zombie stood over ten feet tall, with protruding fangs filling its mouth. Its skin looked like old tree bark. Blood covered its body, and droplets still fell from it. Shen Luo could not tell whether it had come out of the