Hum.

No sooner had Qing Han rushed out than the tendon tied to him blazed with gold. Tremendous might radiated from it and pulled him back from midair. A pair of strong arms wrapped around him as a familiar voice spoke into his ear.

“It’s okay, Qing Han!” garbled Lu Yun, his face pale and his clothes tattered. “I’m fine!”

The disguised girl bit his lip and nodded, blinking back the tears welling up in his eyes.

“What happened?” Lu Shenhou stared at Lu Yun with shock and confusion. “Didn’t the monster eat you?”

“You pulled me out as soon as I broke the formation.” Lu Yun sneered at the giant zombie howling within the circle of green flames. “That thing turned into a grudge corpse after being sealed inside the formation and saturated with grudges and malevolent intent for countless years. Grudge corpses are a mix of zombies and ghosts, with resentment that threatens even the heavens.”

He’d encountered...