"Mr. Chen, that... that Abaham, no, the Corpse Witch, is it... is it really dead?" Zhang Enting looked around, still visibly terrified.
"Heh, there's no such thing as dead or alive for it, it's been dead for thousands of years. Otherwise, why would it be called a Corpse Witch? Relax, this place has been swept clean by the Five Clawed Golden Dragon, cleaner than the monasteries on Mount Wutai. If you like, you could live here for a year and a half without any issues."
Chen Feng responded with a chuckle, lighting a cigarette, then dragged the body of Abaham to one side. He couldn't be bothered to bury it, instead setting it on fire. After all, this place was a tomb; what better grave could there be than this?
