"What is it?" The Fat Daoist asked impatiently.
"I come from Ping'an Village, wanting to join the Corpse-Driving Sect."
Declaring an identity from Ping'an Village is much better than having no identity or being found out to be from the other side of the Longjiang River.
"Ping'an Village, that remote corner nobody cares about?" The Fat Daoist looked surprised, glanced at Lou Yi, "Do you have a Spirit Root?"
"I have a Yin Spirit Root," Lou Yi replied.
"Come inside." The Fat Daoist entered the Corpse Hall, and Lou Yi followed.
Upon stepping into the Corpse Hall, a burst of chilling Yin energy rushed towards him.
If it were an ordinary person facing this, they would likely catch a cold.
But Lou Yi's Qi-Blood was incredibly strong, so he didn't feel anything.
In the courtyard, corpses were neatly arranged on the ground.
With eyes tightly shut, all wore white clothes, with a yellow talisman paper on each forehead, presenting a somewhat eerie scene.
