[You have summoned Grade B+ Spirit, Yowe the Undead Lancer!]
Standing on the asphalt road was a zombie, holding a silver lance in his right hand. Different compared to the beforehand undead, Yowe was calm and composed. The zombie did not act arrogant as his greyed eyes scanned the surroundings
Tang Shaoyang landed five meters away from the zombie. The undead turned toward him, observing without making any move.
"Are you the one who summoned me?" That was the first sentence that came out of Yowe's mouth.
"That's me," Tang Shaoyang nodded and a little surprised after his first two undead spirit encounters. This one was tame compared to the first two undead spirits.
"Do you want to make a contract with me?" Yowe asked again. The expressionless face on the undead made Tang Shaoyang not know what was in the undead's head.
