Ye Qingtang subconsciously reached for her sword, but when it was still half-drawn, the Undead standing before her suddenly bent their knees and simultaneously kneeled before her.
"…" Ye Qingtang stared blankly.
"Do the Undead perform this ritual before killing someone?" The little white tiger was rather stunned.
Were they polite… or just perverted?
But just as Ye Qingtang and the little white tiger were feeling bewildered, the Undead suddenly raised their heads and opened their skeletal mouths. Distorted voices suddenly issued from their mouths.
"Holy Lord! You have finally returned!!"
Their voices even had a sobbing note.
"…" Ye Qingtang was speechless.
Holy Lord?
What the hell?!
"Holy Lord, you've been gone for so long! We thought you were tired of us…"
"Holy Lord, please don't leave us again. Come back with us…"
