"But one Drought demon can destroy a single soldier Evil Spirit. How many Drought demons are there in the village?"
Zhou Ting frowned, his voice heavy: "At this rate, the soldier Evil Spirits won't be enough to consume."
"So we can't rely on the soldier Evil Spirits to consume the dried corpses. We must first find all the Corpse Wells and find a way to destroy those dried corpses that haven't turned into zombies yet."
Zhou Ting nodded, raising the bamboo clapper and gong in his hands.
Perhaps from too much force or frequent use, the bamboo clapper and gong seemed to show signs of cracking.
"We can't use this much longer, which means we won't be able to stay in this village until the tribute time arrives."
At this time, Sister Mei spoke: "If we account for each household having a Corpse Well, we've already found most of them. However, finding the Corpse Wells is easy, the challenge is destroying the dried corpses inside."
