The improved female villains regained their memories.

They had become rigors of death.

"run."

These were the emperor's last words.

Those who claim to be messengers of the Lord's world are not messengers at all, but calamities.

The ultimate move of immortals—The Walking Dead.

After her teachers and colleagues were all infected and turned into zombies, she realized the seriousness of the problem.

So she ran for her life.

but--

The corpse energy has permeated the entire imperial city. This immortal killing move seems to be some kind of forbidden killing move, which the user uses at a certain cost. The deeper the spiritual energy in the spiritual root, the faster the infection will occur.

In just a few days, they have developed a serious case of corpse poison in their bodies.

From the main hall to the palace gate, her body was covered in lividity, becoming neither human nor ghost.

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Her consciousness seemed to be fading away.

In the depths of nothingness, she felt as if she were dreaming.

She dreamed about many things from the past.

"Idiot, he's not our father."

"Idiot, you should take care of yourself first."

"idiot."

"idiot!!"

She seemed to see her older sister, and then she saw that blue-haired figure.

The next moment, her body jolted violently, and she regained consciousness.

But by this time, the imperial city had become hell.

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The sudden outbreak of corpse poison plunged the imperial city into apocalypse.

Whether immortal or mortal, adult or child, once the corpse poison has spread completely, none can escape its clutches.

People's bodies are controlled by livor mortis, and they cannibalize the corpses of their own kind, not even sparing their own children.

Screams and roars echoed through the sky.

When she regained her senses, what she saw was a scene that looked like hell.

She let out a furious roar, which quickly attracted the attention of the culprit.

"Hey, there's another one here who's conscious."

She looked up and found a rigor mortis standing in front of her.

The zombie looked at her, from her blonde hair to the nameplate of the weapon refiner at her waist, and grinned: "So that's it, you're the sister of some villain that Mother was talking about."

Her body stiffened, as if struck by lightning.

The word "villain" was something her older sister told her after learning the truth from somewhere.

"Who are you."

"Hehe, don't worry about it, because you will be the best weapon my mother uses to frame that villain."

Hearing this, she flew into a rage:

"You're dreaming!"

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The opponent's killing move was both insidious and ruthless.

The pain started in my brain and then spread throughout my body as livor mortis set in.

During this process, consciousness gradually becomes blurred, thinking ability declines, and appetite for their own kind is displayed.

She was struck by the zombie-like killing move, losing most of her magical artifacts. Although her opponent was a zombie, he possessed the strength of a celestial being and easily knocked her to the ground.

"So you're the villain's sister. Villain, hehe..."

The zombie made strange noises, straddled her, and punched her again and again.

She seemed to want to shatter her consciousness, but she held on stubbornly, without uttering a sound.

After fighting for a long time, they finally got tired of fighting the rigors of death and had to stop.

"Strange, why hasn't your consciousness dissipated yet?"

She tilted her head and looked at her.

She didn't utter a sound from beginning to end.

She was covered in wounds and her face was bruised and swollen, but even so, she didn't utter a sound.

In fact, her consciousness had already largely dissipated.

However, there was a certain point in her memory that held her firmly in place, making her unwilling to give up.

She promised.

She had promised her father that she would take good care of her older sister.

She couldn't break her promise like that man.

So she gritted her teeth and endured it, listening to her heart pounding violently and feeling a kind of flame burning fiercely in her eyes.

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The imperial city, now a living hell, was filled with the grotesque corpses of a woman who sighed and said, "There's nothing we can do."

She unleashed her deadly move once again, striking down with her palm.

"Let's end it here. You can hold out for a long time, but you definitely can't resist this move of mine."

The rigor mortis chuckled:

"Everyone says villains are sentimental. I'm really looking forward to seeing the scene where she looks at you as you turn into a rigor mortis, wants to kill you but doesn't dare to, and is ultimately dragged into hell."

In the hellish imperial city, the angry and desperate roar of a certain woman echoed.

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That day, the last day.

She felt that her life was about to end.

Once the opponent unleashed their deadly move, her life was doomed. It seemed that the opponent had some purpose in turning her into a rigor mortis to deal with her sister.

elder sister……

Luo Yi...

In the final moments of her life, she thought of many things.

There was a promise with her father, and a promise with that man...

Her sister always called her an idiot.

Yes, she is indeed a fool, but even fools have their own kind of love.

We absolutely cannot let you succeed! We absolutely cannot!!

I don't care who your so-called mother is, but you're trying to use me to threaten my sister—I absolutely cannot let you succeed!

Don't even think about it!

Yes, she's an idiot.

But even fools have their own solutions.

As her life faded away, she looked at one of her magical artifacts, still clutched in her hand.

So, at the last moment, when the corpse wasn't paying attention, she altered the spiritual energy circuit of this magical artifact.

She didn't have her sister's talent and couldn't suddenly transform a magical artifact into a ninth-grade artifact in a desperate situation, but as she said, fools have their own solutions.

Suddenly, a radiant glow of happiness spread across her face as she murmured, "It's not because I'm stupid, it's not because I'm clumsy, it's because I love you."

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The sword that stopped in front of Shi Guijia was the one called "As Promised".

The spiritual energy circuit on the sword blade reversed, washing over Shi Guiyan's body in reverse.

Already in rigor mortis, she murmured to herself, "Anywhere is fine, go..."

She took a few steps back and moved away from Shi Guijia.

"Anywhere is fine, anywhere is fine..."

[As promised] began to collapse.

However, because the spiritual energy circuit was connected to the user's body, Shi Guiyan's body also began to shatter.

"Where to go, where to..."

Little by little, inch by inch.

Shi Guijia stared blankly at her: "Idiot..."

When Shi Guiyan heard her say that, she still stared at her blankly:

"Go! Go! Go……"

“Okay, let’s go.” Shi Guijia said, tears welling up in her eyes. “The sunrise at Lingxue Peak, the wishing well at Shenlong Lake, or the spring water at Tianlin Manor, you can go wherever you want.”

Shi Guiyan looked at her, even in her final moments, she was still looking at her.

What lies hidden in those murky eyes?

She vanished like smoke.