Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 359: Ring
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 452: Two Buses
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 709: Yun Jianyue Who Can't Be Imprisoned
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 66.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1388- Similar request
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 451: Two Paths
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1387- Compromise
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.03.1 - Late September's Whispers
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 358: Left
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 708: Who's The One Who Came From Hell
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 450: Granny Shen's Prediction
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 407 - Since You Refuse To Leave, Then Stay Forever
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1045: The Last Segment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1386- Memory from his last life
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1385- Destined outcome
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 707: One Here, One There
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 449: This World is For You
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 65.2
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Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 411 - You Want To Experiment On My Skeletons? You Must Be Tired Of Living (Teaser)
The black powder inside the bottle was Putrid Corpse Poison.
Its toxicity wasn’t particularly strong—clearly low-level. Lin Moyu had encountered countless Putrid Corpses in the Putrid Corpse Land, so there was no mistaking it. It likely originated from Dongfang Yao’s mother.
Lin Moyu’s voice was low and steady, “Senior Medicine God, what do you intend to do?”
Shu Ping replied, “I can’t analyze the root of the skill directly, so I want to study how the Putrid Corpse Poison is neutralized.”
Lin Moyu’s expression shifted instantly, “You want to use my skeletons to test the poison?”
Shu Ping was taken aback, “Godly General Lin, do you find that inappropriate?”
Lin Moyu’s gaze darkened, his tone laced with displeasure, “My skeletons are my comrades. They may fall in battle, but they are not tools for experiments.”
“Senior Medicine God, if you need my help, I will not hesitate. But if you wish to use my comrades as test subjects—that is impossible.” His words were final, leaving no room for negotiation.
Shu Ping hadn’t expected Lin Moyu to
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