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Chapter 61 Did It Dig Up Feng Yimo's Ancestral Grave In Its Past Life? In the dimly lit clothing store, Ji Yanqing stared at the paw resting in his hand, momentarily stunned by the dog’s bark. Nearby, Gu Wenmo and his group, who had been watching, were equally bewildered. Gu Wenmo looked from Ji Yanqing to the black dog, puzzled. “…If it’s not a dog, what else could it be? It can’t be a Corpse King, right?” Corpse Kings that evolved towards strength always took bestial forms, yes, but none were this small. Hearing Gu Wenmo’s words, the black beast—one paw still in Ji Yanqing’s grasp—shot him a dark look. Feng Yimo, Ji An, and Ji Le also turned their heads to stare. Under the weight of those four pairs of dark, intense eyes, Gu Wenmo felt an inexplicable shiver run down his spine. Others in the room who overheard chuckled softly; Gu Wenmo must have been scared witless by Corpse Kings to be seeing them everywhere. “So, what’s your decis...

Chapter 60 Feng Yimo and the boys had slipped in with the others. Beneath a sky the color of leaden ash, Gu Wenmo and the others remained clustered at the window. Their gazes were locked on the gruesome spectacle outside – the massive Corpse King carcass lying in the snow, brutally hacked into several pieces. They stared for a long time, until the crushing weight of exhaustion finally began to outweigh the icy grip of fear in their hearts. “Go rest,” Ji Yanqing said, turning away from the window and heading back towards the main living area. Whatever monstrous threats this city held, they were simply too drained, too utterly spent, to contemplate running again. No one spoke. Numbed by the pervasive cold and bone-deep weariness, the group shuffled back into the living room, each finding a spot on the floor to collapse. Ji Yanqing settled into a corner, leaning his back against the wall, and set his axe down beside him. He was just about to close ...