"No... they are all... evil people," the Zombie King replied slowly, "I wanted to kill them long ago... but someone stopped me... Now you've done it... I'm happy."
"Who stopped you?"
"Daoist Tianshu, he's my benefactor. Before his death, he wanted me to return my soul home, to be buried in peace."
The Zombie King's speech gradually became coherent, his expression more vivid, patiently explaining to Lu Wenwu the reasons at hand.
"Sadly, he died."
"Not killed by blades and swords in the smoke of war, nor dead from a barren famine, or from sinister Daoist arts, but at the hands of the greedy villagers in this village."
"So, I slaughtered those guys for revenge for him, hoping he'd be happy, hoping he'd revive like me."
"Such a good person should never have met such a tragic end."
Lu Wenwu shrugged: "Apparently there was an accident. You thought you killed them, but they all turned into Corpse Ghosts and Fierce Ghosts, living in a twisted manner."
