Suddenly, the fresh corpses on the ground and the ancient looking moss-covered skeletons simultaneously lurched upright.
Their hollow eyes began to glow with a sinister, bright purple light as they turned their heads toward Gu Fan and Song Yan.
And then with a chorus of unnatural shrieks, more than a few dozen Demonic Corpse Puppets charged at them, mindlessly swinging rusty blades, broken spirit tools, and some even their own shattered bones.
"This!" Song Yan narrowed her gaze as instinctively pressed grabbed Gu Fan by his arm and pressed her breasts against his arm.
She might play hard to please, but in this dangerous demonic ruin this mysterious big brother of her nephew whose true face she hadn't even seen was her only refuge.
"Relax, Madam Song, I have got you," Gu Fan murmured warmly, gently squeezing her waist to reassure her as he looked at the charging puppets with complete boredom. "I told you that you wouldn't have to lift a single finger today."
