"Heh heh, you want to serve this madman like loyal hounds and horses?
Fine, but I don't take useless underlings. If you can kill those three Four Symbols Sect disciples over there, I'll take you in.
Well? Can you do it?" The indistinct figure on the rock chuckled as he asked the married couple before him.
"A mere three Inner Disciples of the Four Symbols Sect? Of course that's no problem.
Leave those three to my wife and me. Please wait a moment, Senior Brother Zhu," the man in gray-white robes said slowly, sweeping his gaze over Li Tianqi and her two companions opposite him.
The woman beside him thrust the black coffin on her back into the ground before her, formed a hand seal, and slapped the coffin.
Bang!
The coffin lid slowly opened, releasing a surge of foul, bloody stench. A black zombie wrapped entirely in bandages sprang straight out.
Although the zombie's body was shriveled, the wooden hairpin tucked into the sparse yellow hair on her head and her slender figure still revealed that she had been a young woman in life.
"Your strength is astonishing, and I admit I'm no match for you. But I, Meng, must still ask: if the three of us kill those two, will you let us leave?" the tall man holding a large silver halberd asked gravely, looking at the couple opposite him, then at the indistinct figure on the rock.
His black robes bore the emblem of the Black Tortoise lineage. He was none other than Senior Brother Meng, whom Wang Yu had met once outside the Scripture Pavilion. The petite woman beside him was also the female disciple who had accompanied him that day.
On this trip into the Jialan Secret Realm, Li Tianqi had happened to join up