As Zhang shouyi and the others shouted, the ghostly Qi in the underground tomb rippled.
Within the black fog, many soldiers and spirits appeared one after another. They stood beside Zhang shouyi while shivering and stretching their necks to look around.
It was only when they saw song qingxiao standing in front of them that all the soldiers 'spirits revealed overjoyed expressions. They followed Zhang shouyi and the others and shouted, "
"Miss song is back!"
"Miss song is back!"
Everyone cried tears of joy, hugging each other and crying. Even their spirit bodies were shaking slightly.
Their auras were all very weak, and strange purple-black spots appeared on their green spirit bodies.
These spots seemed to be corroding their auras, causing them to gradually weaken.
Zhang shouyi's skeletal face revealed a trace of human-like excitement. As his face twitched, the crisp and rotted skin of his face fell off like flour.
"General Zhang, what happened here?"
