Xu Qing was not very interested in refining ordinary walking corpses, but if he encountered good materials like Chief Zhao, he might show some interest.
After sending off Wang Lingyuan and the corpse transporting constable, Xu Qing closed the shop door tightly, lit a high-quality laurel wax, and the wisps of smoke surrounded the table, dispersing the strange corpse odor in the air with the scent of wax oil.
As he approached the table and was about to reach out to touch it, the two corpses on the table suddenly began to struggle!
The corpses, bound tightly like oversize silkworms, wriggled desperately, trying to escape.
Seeing this, Xu Qing grinned viciously and grabbed the ankles of both corpses, dragging them back.
"You're already here, no need to rush off!"
Scaring corpses back to life in broad daylight is not something an ordinary person can do. Xu Qing seemed unaware of how terrifying he was, as his grim laugh further intensified the eerie atmosphere around him.
