C827 The Dark Races in the Land of Zombies

Ye Lee's luck had always been very good. When it came to luck, it was as if he had eaten some flashy chewing gum. He couldn't stop at all.

As the saying goes, there is always a way out. Just as Ye Lee was about to give up searching, a few voices suddenly entered his ears.

"Hehe, the broken pot of the Nine-li Pot is in our hands. We can go back and report."

Hearing this voice