Purple Zombie Demon Art

Over on the other side, two men in black were communicating using zhen Qi with a fifty meters distance in between them.

“Ghost six, what do you think master and the Ghost head were thinking? It was only a Clasping Yuan Realm brat, why do we have to come?” The huge man in black seemed really pissed off. He finally had a few days off and got some time to play with some women before he was suddenly dragged here for this, which he was really not happy about.

The skinny man in black said, “Ghost nine, the master had said that once we killed that little brat, each person would get thirty thousand low-rank soul stones. Don’t be so pouty now.”

“If it were not for those thirty thousand soul stones, I would never have come. Oh right! Why don’t we just go attack and kill him now?”

“Do you not want to live anymore? If you ruin his plan, he would definitely skin you.”

“Hehe, I was only joking. Right, why the Ghost head is still not here?”