Nighttime, with clouds obscuring the moon.
With the help of Anlin, the insider, Yang Qingshu easily transported Tongtai's corpse out of the Qinawa clan's estate.
The three of them took the corpse to the manor in the north of the city.
This place had been turned into ruins by a previous explosion, not a single soul around.
Yang Qingshu resisted the unnatural smell emanating from Tongtai's body and carried it to a secluded corner.
After placing the body properly, he retrieved the Evil Ghost statue from his chest backpack.
"Blood Spirit Master, I have brought my friend's body."
"Please lend your power to resurrect him!"
He tightly gripped the Evil Ghost statue in his hand, chanting words under his breath.
Song Qing and Anlin stood behind him, faces turning pale with tension.
As Yang Qingshu continued his prayer, the statue in his hand gradually lit up, emitting an eerie red glow.
Soon, a beam of red light shot out from the statue, directly entering Tongtai's body.
