"Cover it quickly!"
You hurriedly covered Nie Ying again with the black plastic sheet you had lifted.
Seeing this, Xian Qianling looked at you gravely and asked, "What was that just now? Why did Nie Ying's corpse start smoking when it hit the sunlight?"
You didn't speak, but instead took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from your pocket, bit the tip of your finger, drew a magic seal on the paper, and then lifted the black plastic sheet to stick it on Nie Ying's forehead.
"Her flesh has been refined by someone; she can now essentially be considered a zombie."
"What!?" Xian Qianling immediately burst out in anger, "Who has she provoked to deserve such torment?"
You still didn't speak, but quietly closed your eyes.
Because just as you placed the talisman paper on Nie Ying's forehead, it severed the connection between the zombie and the corpse refiner; at the same time, you distinctly felt a gaze directed at you from afar.