Bab 383: An Inkling

"Master, he…"

Ninth Uncle wanted to argue, but he couldn't say anything.

"There's no point in talking. Today, I'll use your blood to form my great Dao."

Shi Jian's eyes were bloodshot.

After becoming a Corpse Devil, his desire for blood had almost driven him crazy.

Shi Jian charged at Ninth Uncle like a mad man, but Ninth Uncle didn't resist. He just sat there quietly.

He let Shi Jian's sharp teeth bite into Ninth Uncle's neck.

His blood essence was rapidly flowing away, and Ninth Uncle's face turned sallow.

"Senior brother, I had already found out about your arrangement, but I didn't do anything to stop it. All of this is fate. That Zombie Island must have been the work of my Junior Nephew. Good scheming, good methods.

"However, it's a great taboo to raise corpses. We, the people of the Mao Mountain, can never do it. Junior Nephew, you're a rare genius of the Mao Mountain. You shouldn't go astray.