At the foot of the mountain.
The dense forest was gloomy, with green mist swirling around.
The woods were damp all year round, with fallen leaves and the bodies of animals fermenting together to form a shocking swamp over the years; the green fog was the result of the swamp's fermentation.
Xu Xuan skimmed low through the air, unaffected by the miasma.
Passing through the jungle, a dried-up mountain stream appeared ahead, with man-made caves on the walls of the ravine.
Xu Xuan flew into one, and immediately a fireball floated beside him, illuminating the cave.
Inside the cave, twenty coffins were neatly arranged.
The floor was covered with lime to keep the interior of the cave dry.
He stepped forward and opened the lid of a coffin, glancing inside.
"Not bad, just a little mold on the surface."
However, this mold was actually a good thing, since it could be used in medicine.
The bodies of zombies were refined with spiritual energy and herbs, and they basically did not rot.
