"It's kind of like a soldier, with guts." The ghost mother-in-law said in a strange voice.

As he spoke, he was ready to poison the commander of the brigade.

The king's mouth was bloodstained and his eyes were full of fury, roaring and saying, "Kill if you want to kill..." So much nonsense."

"Okay, then I'll make you whole."

After saying this, the ghost mother-in-law's thin, zombie claws rushed up and grabbed at Wang Zhen's spiritual cover.

This grasp of terror and cold, if grasped on Wang Zhen's spiritual cover, it must be self-death.

Wang Zhen felt the breath of death and closed his eyes slightly.

I didn't expect to...