"It's easy to explain, they were taken by the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Hall to be burned and played with." True to being my mentor, Zhang Zidao immediately shifted the blame to the Ten Thousand Poison Hall on the spot.
The white-haired elder still wore a face full of doubt and mumbled in disbelief, "But... but... the Yin Bell contained a Meteorite from beyond the Sky, which not even Samadhi True Fire could harm... Could the Ten Thousand Poison Hall... really be capable of that?"
"Young Madam, the corpse touched my face." Shenshen, like a frightened little bunny, shrank into my embrace right then.
I turned my head and saw a zombie making a weird whooshing laugh and even stretched out its stinking, green hand to touch Shenshen's plump and adorably foolish little face, which immediately enraged me, "Get your filthy hands off, all of you back off, or I will not be polite!"
