Anjia left, and Fang Hao quickly headed towards the Viscera Museum.
He made his way into the museum.
There in the lobby on the first floor, more than a dozen funeral priests were busy recording data and grinding materials.
Seeing Fang Hao come in, they all bowed in unison, "Lord."
Fang Hao nodded, "Well, is Bachelor Nelson here?"
Although it was deep into the night, for the undead, there was no such thing as sleep.
They don't suffer from disease or pain, they don't know fatigue, and they don't need to sleep.
"Please wait, my lord. I'll go notify Bachelor Nelson," said one of the funeral priests, heading upstairs.
The overall atmosphere of the museum carried a bone-chilling coldness.
No matter how hot it was outside, no one would want to come here to escape from the heat.
Not too long after.
Footsteps sounded from the second floor.
Looking up, he saw Nelson, leaning on a cane, come down.
Meanwhile, following behind Nelson was another special undead.
