"Tomb Guardian, your subordinates are quite rebellious."
Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.
"They're not my subordinates. But yes, they are indeed rebellious."
The Tomb Guardian said, raising a horse whip that had somehow appeared in his hand.
"Snap!"
With a crisp sound, the Wandering Corpse that was standing straight became a Wandering Corpse lying straight.
"Snap!"
Another crisp sound, and the belly of the Wandering Corpse, unharmed from falling hundreds of meters from the sky, was whipped open, revealing its bluish-purple intestines.
"Squeeze its intestine oil into the bowl."
The Tomb Guardian instructed.
"Got it."
Liu Zheng agreed without hesitation, then casually walked up to the Wandering Corpse.
The Wandering Corpse's blood-red eyes stared intently at him, its fangs protruding as if ready to bite through his neck at any moment.
"What are you looking at? Do you think you're scary? Any movie you appear in can only be considered a fantasy action film, you know?"
