He was so angry that his face was twitching. He had spent a lot of effort and materials to feed this Yin corpse after fan jiangqu's death.
It was not easy to raise the yin corpse into a fiendish corpse, and it already had the strength of the nascent transformation tier, but it was destroyed by song qingxiao. For him, it was no different from destroying nearly ten years of hard work in one day. The deep resentment in his heart could be imagined.
That day, he had chosen Zhou ye as the host for his zombie, but it was a random choice.
This was only one of the thousands of unlucky souls that had died ever since he had set up the nine netherworld Yin gathering formation.
There were many ghost stories in the city, and people like this who died to zombies without anyone knowing would only be a source of gossip for the people around them. Even after they died, they probably wouldn't know the real reason behind it.
