Difficult to kill, powerful healing abilities, persistent, can't feel pain, fear or hesitation. The undead or linghun was a perfect soldier.
And the perfect trap in this place where he had no other thing to fight. A simple concoction made of black dog blood and sticky rice to halt the undead, use a talisman to bind the undead, and either use a sword made of ancient copper coins or chant the sacred text of Daoede Jing. There were many other ways but they were not here
Gu Yuze continued to fight, just enough. Just enough till he reached the door but it was as if the undead's mission was to prevent him from reaching the door.
It was getting stronger. How was it getting stronger?
Gu Yuze tried to dodge but the distance was simply too close, and there was no chance to block. Gu Yuze's only option was to take a deep breath, and his chest suddenly retracted by three centimetres.
