"Hiss, hiss..."

Jiang Fugui's dark green eyes became a little more rippled, then trembled, and wisps of spiritual light emerged.

Eventually, the black fog and green light in the right eye disappeared, turning into a normal white eye with black pupils.

He opened his mouth, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. He squeaked a few times before spitting out two hoarse and unpleasant sounds.

"Taking talents... it's time to turn around. You tell Mr. Wen that everything is my fault. I did the evil, and I ate the people. Everything has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Jucai shook his head and said: "Master Wen didn't notice it, and even the Red Heaven Lord didn't notice it here. This blood pool was created by a giant in the demonic way. It is said that he is already halfway to becoming an immortal."

"So what if you reach immortality in half a step? Did you know that the twelve demon ancestors could be defeated by Master Wen alone back then, let alone a mouse who was so scared by Immortal Qingcang that he did not dare to show his head."

Jiang Fugui lowered his eyes and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"So what if I break through the distraction and can survive as a zombie? And don't you think Mr. Wen can't find out? Son, you still don't remember my words. It was the same then and it's the same now."

"Master Wen, you are not an ordinary person."

"Father, Mr. Wen cannot extend your life for a thousand years, but I can."

Jiang Jucai turned around and left, just like when he left home to join the army.

One hundred and fifty years ago, Jiang Fugui was about to die, and after many attempts to seek life-extending elixirs to no avail, Jiang Ju went to the Tianmo Sect for treatment.

Refining his father into a corpse and bringing him back to life.

As long as Jiang Fugui cultivates enough to be distracted, he can live as a zombie for another thousand years.
Chapter completed!