Corpse Explosion

As Xiao Lin and the others were filled with confusion and shock, the closest corpse to them, the one that they had just killed, started to emit a black mist from its body which slowly covered itself up. The mist was like a formless hand. It was constantly shifting as it forcibly dragged the corpse back to a standing position, like it had come back to life.

However, the corpse had lifeless eyes, and did not seem to be capable of any self-thought. It seemed like a puppet that was being controlled by the black mist.

"Necromancy!" Gu Xiaoyue calmly shouted out.

Xiao Lin was the second one to react. He had learned necromantic meditation before, so he was not completely foreign to the concept; it was just that he had not used it recently, so it had slipped his mind. Hearing Gu Xiaoyue's words, he looked at that cold woman with some surprise. It seemed like Gu Xiaoyue had looked into necromancy as well.