But he didn't know that he had ingested an improved version of the Weed of Life and Death.
He didn't die, but became a living dead, starting to tear at others. Just after he had bitten off a maid's face, a noose was thrown around his neck.
Attached to the other end of the noose was a wooden pole more than three meters in length and thick as a wrist.
With that tool, his trusted one's movements were restricted, and the next second, someone rushed over and chopped off his head.
These armored soldiers were An Jinxi's private troops, professionally trained to know how to kill living dead most efficiently.
"Don't waste the bodies, drag them to feed those 'things'!"
Ordered the commanding officer.
Quickly, they headed for Zhao Guozhang's residence within the palace.
"What's happening? Why is there screaming?"
Quan Sangin frowned, hearing the commotion and stepping out to investigate, only to see a squad of armored soldiers killing people.
