"Ugh... Monk... Daoist... Sword Cultivator, haha... You all came... altogether."
The zombie turned towards the group, red light flickering in its eyes, and spoke intermittently.
Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow and teased, "Is this guy a stutterer?"
Everyone, "..."
The zombie's gaze sharpened.
Yan Hongxia explained earnestly, "Perhaps it hasn't spoken for a long time; it's not used to it. It might get better in a bit."
Lu Zheng, "..."
"Hmph! You all... watched the Fake Jing Dynasty... wreak havoc, each of you... descendant of traitors... and criminals!"
The zombie said ominously, getting more fluent, "Breaking... breaking my spell, are you... ready to offer... offer me compensation?"
"Send you to heaven!" Daoist Jiu Zhen resolutely declared, "The previous dynasty fell over six hundred years ago; you should have been dead long ago!"
"Celestial Venerable's command, Five Thunders Bombarding the Top, fall!"
"Crack!"
