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Quan Xiaobai buried the Silver Corpse in the ground, silently returned to the base, and knocked on the leader's door.
The leader quickly opened the door. The smell of smoke was quite strong in the room, and there was a jar full of cigarette butts on the table. He invited Quan Xiaobai in and hurriedly asked, "Xiaobai, what do you have to say?"
"It's already done."
Quan Xiaobai waved his hand, slowly sat down, and his face, already pale, was now ashen from the recent energy consumption. His spirit was linked to the Silver Corpse, sharing in its fate, and a peculiar fragrance lingered in the air.
The leader knew this peculiar scent was the smell that changed along with the Iron Corpse's upgrade. Quan Xiaobai, spending every day with the zombie, naturally absorbed this scent.
Understanding it didn't prevent a fleeting expression of dislike on the leader's face.
After all, no normal person is keen to associate with someone who deals with corpses.
