"Why have their bodies dispersed?"
Qing Lin watched the scene, puzzled. "When I was a guard at the Huaguo Mountain mine, my colleagues mentioned that zombies turn to dust when they encounter something extremely yang. But it's clear these aren't zombies... Or did they transform into zombies at the moment of death, corrupted by resentment?"
"I don't know."
Hai Feng picked up some ash, sensing its texture, and said, "I'm definitely not a zombie. If I were, my clothing shouldn't have turned to dust as well."
But indeed, the clothes of these five individuals also turned to smoke and dust.
Qing Lin also grabbed a handful, scrutinized it closely, and found it was just ordinary dust, not any special spiritual soil.
With a flick of his sleeve, Qing Feng blew the dust into the nearby forest.
