A living dead.

The gold-clad, golden-eyed man in front of Lu Yun was a living dead, a living soul sealed inside a dead body!

He’d met such existences in the past. For example, the tomb keepers inside Huangqing’s tomb, but those had been living souls trapped inside zombie flesh. In contrast, the one in front of him was a corpse that was alive, not a zombie.

“A mausoleum keeper, you’re a mausoleum keeper for the underworld!” Lu Yun cried out, immediately guessing the man’s identity. This was one of the natives Xuan Yu had spoken of!

Violetgrave had once said that the underworld was in fact a giant mausoleum, a place where, apart from ghosts, only mausoleum keepers could survive. Lu Yun had hypothesized the existence of such guardians...