Night.
No stars, no moon.
Three dark figures appeared deep in an alley.
"Father."
Zhou Huaijing, wearing a Fierce Ghost Mask, spoke in a low voice:
"You go to the Leng Mansion and kill Leng Xing. I'll go to the Zhu Mansion and take care of Zhu Ju. Once they're dead, the resentment hidden within the Cold Pool's corpse will dissipate."
"Then I can refine it into my Lifebound Zombie."
"Mm," Wu Chun nodded.
"Be careful. Before he died, the Cold Pool held a deep grudge against those two. They must be his murderers."
"Anyone who can kill an expert with a rare Alien Internal Qi must be quite strong. Don't be fooled by Zhu Ju's past behavior."
"Don't worry." Zhou Huaijing grinned.
"I've already turned the Cold Pool into a zombie. It's absorbed the Corpse Qi from dozens of Walking Corpses, making it several times stronger than when it was alive. And that's not even counting me."
"But you, Father!"
