565 Necromancers!

Bai Xiaochun stood there in the jungle, holding the bag of holding and looking down at the corpse of the young man. For some reason, he really felt as if it had been destiny which teleported him to this location, where this corpse had accompanied him for two months. He sighed.

"Allow me to give you a proper burial, my brother." Bai Xiaochun could tell that he was recovering rapidly now. However, his spiritual power was still so depleted that he couldn't even open his bag of holding.

Therefore, he used the Eternal Parasol to dig a pit, into which he lowered the corpse of the young man.

Patting the soil he had filled the grave back in with, he said, "Don't worry, in a few more days I should have enough spiritual power built up to open your bag of holding. Then we can see what's inside, and maybe I'll even learn your name. Then I can put up a proper grave marker for you."