There was no denying it: the Corpse-Liberation Chang Decoction was the real deal.
Even among the corpses buried in layers beneath Luoyin County, the failed Corpse-Liberation Immortal in the Ear Palace was extraordinary—a giant among giants.
What a pity.
With that bright lamp, Xu Feng applied the Corpse-Liberation Immortal's Decoction Formula to the Great King God. The patterns growing across his body wiped away easily beneath the burlap.
"Wiped away" hardly did it justice. They were erased.
Without those patterns, the Great King God turned into rotting flesh. Fortunately, Xu Feng could still slow the decay. As he worked, he glanced at the Three Incense Sticks in the upper-left corner of his vision.
A small mound had risen on one of the Three Incense Sticks, with an Earth Uncle talisman hanging from it. Xu Feng lowered his head. "Looks like Ghost Script."
Chen Ye stood nearby, staring at the corpse too. When he heard Xu Feng, he asked, "Huh? Ghost Script? You mean writing used by ghosts?"
Xu Feng said, "More or less."
Then Xu Feng thought of two young Daoists.
He had met them when they performed a Ritual alongside Daoist Chu.
After Daoist Chu passed away, the two Daoists traveled through the area again and spoke with Xu Feng. They had been very friendly toward him.
They had even mentioned matters involving Ghost Script. By then, the dead had become so numerous that the problem had gone well beyond Yin-Yang Confluence.
Xu Feng had seen ghost markets appear in broad daylight more than once.
But the Ghost Script in those markets was nothing like the script here. No wonder he had failed to recognize it.
Old friends and memories crossed Xu Feng's mind, but he kept talking. "Most of the time, Ghost Script is exactly what you said