"Alright, I'm just complaining, don't look like your dad just died."
The little zombie nodded seriously: "Master, I think you said it wrong. After all, my dad's corpse has already been ground to ashes by you."
At this moment, Lan Fa and Zhang Tian'an arrived near the tall building.
The sign on the tall building read the big words: Mao Family Dojo.
It seemed unmanned, but Zhang Tian'an stopped.
"Lan Fa, I feel this tall building is a Corpse Tower, a Ghost Tower."
"Every wall of the skyscraper has a corpse wronged to death buried inside."
"Every pillar is driven with living stakes."
"The vicious souls inside are not easy to provoke."
Zhang Tian'an said with some wariness.
"Don't worry, you know my abilities, I've already prepared a lot of tools."
At this moment, Lan Fa handed a ring to Zhang Tian'an.
"This is a Storage Ring I copied, filled with the tools I replicated."
