The taboo god inside the white sedan chair fell among the corpses. It didn't expect the illusory Immortal Palace to suddenly become real, catching it off guard. But after all, the taboo god was the ghost god of Zhemeng Town.
A few obscure and incomprehensible syllables came from the white sedan chair, and the white bones immediately emitted a foul stench. The sedan curtain was lifted, and an arm inscribed with Funeral Scripture reached out, pointing once to the sky, once to the ground, and finally at "Zhang Mingli's" heart.
Zhang Mingli, whose body already had numerous suture marks, instantly seemed to sense something. The places where he was stitched began to itch unbearably, black flesh pushing outward, and foul-smelling black blood seeped from his eyes and mouth corners.
