chapter 47 black fur zombie

Deep in Yinfeng Ridge——

Misty Valley.

A group of warriors covered in blood appeared to protect a young man in brocade robes.

The leader was a thin middle-aged man, dressed in black, holding a cold knife, but his left arm was severed from the shoulder and wrapped roughly with gauze, with blood oozing out.

"Rest where you are with a stick of incense!"

The thin man with a broken arm stared at the forest behind him, wary of something,...