Gusts of eerie wind.
A faint scent of blood filled the forest. Miss Sun squatted down to examine the corpse on the ground and said in a condensed voice, "It should have been killed last night!"
"No more than three hours ago."
If Duncan didn't have a god's eye view, Miss Sun would definitely be the most important support unit in the group.
Fu Jianhan picked up the Crimson Strike Technique manual on the ground, flipped through it casually, and stored it in his sleeve. He practiced martial arts from various schools and was used to collecting different manuals. This technique utilized the Shaoyang Triple Warmer meridian, condensing a different type of True Qi. A palm strike was like a red-hot branding iron, matching well with his True Qi.
"I guess it's the work of those Flying Zombies."
Yu Yaonu checked the wounds, frowned, and said, "The corpse poison has invaded the heart. If not treated, it might turn into a zombie by tonight."
