Two companions, one had their head severed, the other had their bones scattered.
Xu Qing was a kind-hearted person and couldn't bear the sight of others being dismembered. So, he reattached Li Shuangxi's head to his body and roughly stitched it together with large burlap needles, and considered it done.
After all, he relied on the Sutra of Salvation to live, and without a complete head, how could he perform the ritual?
Once the body was processed, the familiar scripture started to echo again—
"The human path is boundless, the immortal path is vast.
The ghost path is joyous, it leads to the door of life.
The immortal path cherishes life, the ghost path treasures death.
The immortal path is always auspicious, the ghost path is always ominous..."
As the scripture repeated, Xu Qing frowned and felt compelled to lean back.
He distinctly remembered, the phrase echoed in his mind the first time he encountered corpse reanimation.
Upon hearing it again, preparedness was inevitable.
