Pu Yanlan frowned as she looked at the corpse,
"This is the Demon Clan... but somehow it doesn't quite look like it..."
Among the shattered pieces of the coffin lay a horned corpse, a male corpse, naked, his bare skin presenting a gray-black color, with faint irregular patterns on it, looking like scales. The corpse's mouth was open wide, each jaw bearing four tusks,
The old horse now saw what he had just been sitting on and jumped in fright. He leaned over and poked it with his finger,
"Soft... Is it alive?"
Pu Yanlan slowly shook her head,
"No, it's already dead. Now it's just a living corpse..."
As she spoke, the corpse moved, its eyelids fluttering before suddenly opening its eyes. The corpse's eyes had no pupils, just hollow black cavities. After blinking a few times, it slowly sat up,
"Heh..."
The corpse faced the direction of the old horse, grinning as its four tusks continually clattered, filling the air with a foul stench. The old horse took a step back in disgust,
