Yang Cheng let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head, "The process was tough, I almost couldn't make it back."
He looked down at his own filthy body, black corpse blood had dried and hardened, sticking to his clothes, emitting a nauseating stench like a beggar crawling out of a garbage heap.
Cheng Qiyue, with her eyes reddened with compassion, reached out to wipe the grime off his face.
"Don't touch!"
Yang Cheng hurriedly stepped back, raising his hand to stop her, "I'm really dirty, all the smell of corpse blood and rotten flesh, don't dirty your hands."
Cheng Qiyue's hand froze in mid-air, her beautiful eyes filled with pity and helplessness, yet she showed no disdain for his filth, softly saying, "I could never think you dirty, you can always wash it off!"
"This is the blood of Ghost Corpses, it's poisonous, better not touch it."
