A figure surfaced in his mind.
Skin as smooth as cream, graceful as an immortal.
The Jade Corpse Mao Yousan had prepared for him was guarding his original body.
Ever since he had left that mountain cave, the Jade Corpse had followed him, saving him from danger time and again.
The last time he had rescued Xu Lu and Bai Xian from the Tibetan Lands, he had been branded the Chief Seat of Black City Monastery and hunted by several Buddhist temples acting together.
That day, he had exhausted every trick he had, yet still failed to escape.
The Iron-Staff Lamas, Deduos Warrior Monks, and Ascetic Monks were too powerful. Even the Purple Flower Lantern could not suppress them.
At the crucial moment, the Jade Corpse had stepped forward again. After that, she had never appeared again.
The outcome was easy to imagine. She must have fallen into the lamas' hands.
For a long time, he had thought of the Jade Corpse largely as a tool.
After leaving Immortal Cave Mountain, Luo Bin no longer thought of the Jade Corpse that way. He had met the Eight-Fail Widow and Lü Kan. Corpse-ghosts possessed thoughts and emotions just as rich and intense as anyone else's.
People became corpse-ghosts after death. Hadn't they once been human too?
Everything humans possessed, they possessed as well.
Generally speaking, they remained in death what they had been in life. Only when their obsessions interfered did good and evil become absolute.
Evil people deserved execution; malevolent corpses and evil ghosts deserved destruction.
Good people should at least meet a peaceful end. Good corpses and good ghosts should not end up in misery either.
His thoughts slowly settled, and Luo Bin murmured, "Rinpoche, where are you...?"
Luo Xianshen turned from the front passenger seat, glanced at Luo