Bab 583: Chapter 582: Still Want to Find a Scapegoat?

After finishing the drawing, my elder martial uncle tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and tied it around my leg before standing up.

"Yue Ming, do you want your elder martial uncle to teach that beast a lesson?" he said, glancing at that person again.

"Forget it. In the end, he's going to turn into a half-human, half-zombie creature anyway. Let's consider this his best punishment," I shook my head. By the time I said this, I had already made my decision not to save him.

"So be it. Since that's the case, let's head back first. We can come back later to take care of this mess," elder martial uncle said after a brief thought.

"Elder martial uncle, I'm okay. Let's eradicate that zombie before anything else," I knew what elder martial uncle meant. He wanted to get my situation handled first, because drawing a Corpse Suppressing Talisman on a wound could only have a temporary effect.