Jiang Shouzhong stared at the woman's corpse in front of him and asked, "Where did the demon go?"
"..."
The corpse fell silent.
Clearly, the other party did not know the answer to this question and could not respond.
"Did the demon say anything?"
"..."
The corpse still could not answer.
Seeing the black liquid rapidly spreading to the neck, Jiang Shouzhong originally wanted to ask about the matters of the Yin Yang Sect, but his curiosity piqued, and he asked, "Why are all of you from the Yin Yang Sect like black grapes?"
"It's the result of the cultivation technique..."
"Ah, so it's the cultivation technique, I thought it was sucked by tiny blacks."
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly understood.
As the black liquid completely spread to the top of the head, Jiang Shouzhong's consciousness was abruptly pulled back to the real world.
The corpse was still lying motionless beside him.
"Ugh—"
