Corpse-controlling, one of the ghost creatures.
Wang Hu, who had long been visiting the Mortal Realm, and Zhou Liufang had naturally become acquainted with such phantoms—often materialized from mortals who died unnatural deaths, their resentment and obsession not dissipating.
It would be inaccurate to call them common, but rather old acquaintances.
They had seen them far too often.
"Don't attack."
Seeing the guard team readying their Fire Guns, Zhou Liufang raised his hand and said, "There's no need, this thing won't harm others before it resolves its own obsessions. Don't stop it, it will lead us to the place."
The strength of a corpse-controlling spirit wasn't great; it was just flesh and blood, and if injured, it would use another body to replace itself. The trouble was that as long as there was flesh, it could regenerate. If one truly had to fight it, they'd need to find a place without flesh and corpses, not a disorderly graveyard like this village.
"Bandits! Bandits!"
