"-The master who kept it died."
Yi Zhongzhou's tone was calm, as though he had expected this all along, leaving him utterly unruffled.
Qi Wu had not expected Crazy Old Man to die at such a critical moment. But on reflection, he was already over eighty and could not withstand much strain. Besides, the comrades he had worried about for so many years could finally be buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery. With nothing left to weigh on his mind, perhaps he had simply passed on.
With its master gone, the Drought Demon was exposed beneath the Heavenly Dao's gaze. Naturally, the Heavenly Dao would not stand idly by, so it sent down heavenly lightning to destroy it.
Rumble-
Purple lightning lit up the entire sky. Every strike came with overwhelming force, looking terrifyingly dangerous.
At last, after the final bolt of heavenly lightning vanished from the sky, the rain stopped as well. Though the ground was still wet, conditions were much better than before.
Yi Zhongzhou looked up again. Thick, dark clouds still filled the sky, concealing the full moon.
He was delighted. Without moonlight, these corpses would not transform so quickly. Even if they failed to bring them to the Martyrs' Cemetery before midnight, it would not matter. As long as the full moon remained hidden, it would not affect the corpses.
He turned and called to Qi Wu and the other two to set off again, then bid farewell to the shopkeeper.
"Ring, ring-"
At the sound of the bell, the seven corpses standing behind the door obediently lined up again, and they resumed their journey toward the county town.
Although the rain had stopped, the mountain path had become a muddy mess. They wore straw sandals, and mud worked its way beneath their feet.
Every step made