"Mang Dabiao!" Yang Yong roared.
Mang Dabiao immediately turned around. Yang Yong pointed at Xiao Ying, who stood off to the side watching with her arms folded. "Give her your Evil-Slaying Blade!"
"Give it to her! Now!"
Mang Dabiao hadn't caught on yet and was still staring blankly.
Yang Yong grew frantic, his voice cracking. "What are you standing there for?"
"The Evil-Slaying Blade costs a hundred years of lifespan per slash, and she's a zombie..."
"Zombies have endless lifespans!"
"She can use it all she wants!"
"Holy shit!"
Even Mang Dabiao, that hoodlum of a snake, couldn't help swearing. "That's a fucking perfect match!"
"Boo-hoo! I'm so jealous!"
Still, though he felt disgruntled, his body was honest.
Mang Dabiao immediately held out the Evil-Slaying Blade.
But Xiao Ying didn't take it. Instead, she asked coldly,
"Why should I do anything?"
"What does it matter to me whether you live or die?"
Those words hit like a bucket of ice water.
Hearing this, Cao Xianming instantly reacted, snatching up the Loudspeaker and bellowing.
"Xiao Ying! Didn't the Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen tell you to follow us?"
"You don't want all of us dying here, do you?"
"If we all die, you won't be able to accomplish your purpose in following us!"
"When the Corpse Ancestor blames you..."
No one knew which words had struck a chord with Xiao Ying.
She fell silent for a moment, then reached out and took the Evil-Slaying Blade from Mang Dabiao.
The moment the blade entered her hand, a sudden change occurred.
In Mang Dabiao's hands, the Evil-Slaying Blade had been dark and sinister, the green flames on its blade looking malevolent and eerie.
But in Xiao Ying's hand, the blade shuddered violently. All its dark radiance swiftly faded, and a layer of brilliant golden