Lu Yun returned the bag with a flick of his wrist. “Better not, I’m worried I won’t be able to keep myself from destroying it.”

Back on Earth, tomb raiders sought to profit only from the dead. Harming the living was a great taboo. The Bag of Corpse Refinement was an evil item that refined living people into zombies, so according to his sect’s principles, such a thing had to be destroyed.

Lu Yun wasn’t a stickler for the rules, but the tenets of his tradition were indelibly imprinted into his mind and soul. At the very least, he knew right from wrong.

If Ghost Dragon hadn’t already taken possession of the bag and was using it to ward off the zombies here… he would’ve already destroyed it. The ability to turn the living into the undead was positively profane.

Ghost Dragon nodded. He put away the bag, then poured all his power into the Realm of Unearthly Water in opposition against the ghost tree.

“Take my feng shui compass, Qing Han. Do all you can to hold the ghosts back here. I’ll be back soon enough!” Lu Yun handed over the luopan to his friend, who nodded resolutely.

Ghost Dragon’s pupils contracted with...