"Uncle Qi, this stuff seeping out of the walls stinks! It's like..."
In a crooked and twisted tomb passage, two young Tomb Guardians scraped up a bit of black and yellowish mucus oozing from the wall with their knife sheaths and brought it to their noses to sniff cautiously.
Next to them, Wang Yunfang frowned deeply and declared:
"There's no need to guess blindly, this is Corpse Oil!
The amount of Corpse Oil needed to coat the entire Underground Palace would require the drying up of thousands of corpses to accumulate.
Those craftsmen, who had been smashed to bits by the Ma Brothers and later melted away, were probably the source of this Corpse Oil.
All of you, brace yourselves. Corpse Oil naturally attracts the yin and is a necessity for casting many Evil Techniques. Don't let yourself be caught in its influence without knowing."
As she spoke, Wang Yunfang raised the Tiger Head Saber in her hand and walked in front of her two kinsmen.
