Chapter 343: Fengdu! Sacrificial Arts! Corpse-Herding! Bronze Dagger!
“Cut the crap! What, you think just because you’ve got that female corpse, you’ve grown a backbone?” Li Yanchu sneered coldly.
The old farmer’s mouth twitched, flames of anger flickering in his eyes. But he didn’t notice that the terrifying female corpse before him, who should have been nothing more than a mindless husk, had the faintest curve at the corner of her lips, which seemed almost like a smile. If the old farmer had seen it, he would have been scared out of his wits.
For this was no ordinary jiangshi, no mere corpse puppet; she absolutely should not and could not have awareness. Otherwise... something truly horrific would happen!
Unfortunately, from this angle, only Li Yanchu noticed, and his brows furrowed.
This corpse... has consciousness?
“I came here looking for someone,” Li Yanchu said in a deep voice. “Have you seen a woman carrying an iron sword?”
The old farmer’s eyes narrowed, his face instantly darkening. “You’re with that woman!?”
His fists clenched tight, fury practically shooting from his gaze.
“Hmm?” Li Yanchu blinked.
Why did this old thief sound like he had even more grievance against Fang Qinglan than he did?
The old farmer’s expression grew darker. Just as Li Yanchu thought he wouldn’t get any useful answers, the old farmer suddenly let out a cold laugh.
“That wretched woman! She went alone into Fengdu. If you want to find her, go to Fengdu. Well? Do you believe me?”