Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

The liquid dripped slowly, with only a drop falling every five seconds on average.

After three drops, Han Caldwell's face became even paler.

"It's your turn!"

He took a deep breath, calming his erratic body.

Cristiano Grey was the second to reach out his hand, replicating the same action, allowing three drops of liquid to drip from his palm.

Then, somewhat reluctantly, Emperor Charlotte Grey walked to the bowl and did the same.

When the nine white drops merged into one, the liquid turned milky white.

Completely different from its previous slightly clearer state.

This is the way to transform a normal person into a member of the Undead Tribe.

Although they are members of the Undead Tribe, they are not natives.

They were all transformed from normal humans into members of the Undead Tribe.

Therefore, to turn a normal person into an undead, the three of them must collaborate.

The white liquid was the power within their bodies.

It is precisely because their blood turned like this that members of the Undead Tribe have such pale faces, and their skin is much whiter than that of normal people.

Even their pupils are white.

Their extraordinary regenerative ability also comes from this white liquid.

It means their blood is incredibly powerful.

"Ah! Pain! Kyler Reed, I'm going to kill you!" Devlin lay on the bed, roaring in anger.

His face was ashen, and his voice grew weaker.

"Devlin, have you thought it through?" Han Caldwell stood beside him, asking, "Will you regret it?

"I won't regret it!" Devlin said softly, his entire being looking like he was about to die.

In fact, in a few more minutes, he would indeed be completely drained.

"Alright." Han Caldwell nodded, the porcelain bowl in his hand directly scraping Devlin's wrist. "Welcome to the Undead Tribe army!"

Red blood slowly flowed from the wound on his wrist into the bowl.

And merged with the white liquid.

Soon, the white liquid, as if attracted by something, directly followed the flowing blood into Devlin's body!

In less than half a minute, all the white liquid in the porcelain bowl was absorbed.

Devlin closed his eyes, seemingly falling asleep.

Yet visibly, the blackness on his skin caused by poison slowly faded away.

In its place, a bit of white appeared.

It takes time.

The process of transforming into the undead is extremely painful.

The white liquid will transform the blood, then through the blood, enter every organ in the body.

To remodel these organs.

"Watch over your father. If anything happens, remember to call us." Han Caldwell instructed Lucien Radcliffe, then left with Cristiano Grey and Emperor Charlotte Grey.

"Fate plays tricks on people." The one-armed Han Caldwell said wistfully, "At that time, Devlin had a chance to join the Undead Tribe, but he refused. Now, he actively wants to turn himself into an undead."

"Everyone fears death. Even as a member of the Undead Tribe, I still worry about dying." Cristiano Grey saw it clearly, "The more you lust after and are unwilling to part with something, the more you fear losing it."

Only Emperor Charlotte Grey remained silent.

In truth, he had some regrets.

Regretting going to Demarco Mount and meeting the Emperor.

If he hadn't experienced such things, he estimated he would have lived a normal life, aging and dying like any other person.

He might have even left behind a good name.

But now, everything is gone.

The City Lord of Swimming City, who had personally established it, left in such a dejected state.

In a sense, he somewhat admired Devlin.

Under such tempting conditions at the time, Devlin refused to become undead.

But in the end, faced with death, Devlin still chose to cling onto life.

"Why does the Funeral Alliance oppose us?" Han Caldwell broke the silence.

Up until just now, he had just figured out that this group was composed of experts from the Funeral Alliance.

"We have no quarrel with them, most likely, they are colluding with Ocean Academy." Cristiano Grey said from the side.

Back in the Town, he had a brief encounter with Whitaker Dog, so he remembered it vividly.

Combined with Devlin's own words about almost being killed by Whitaker Dog, it was clear their conflicts had long been established.

It was just unexpected that the experts from the Funeral Alliance were so formidable!

"Later, contact the Funeral Alliance and demand an explanation. I can't lose my arm in vain." Han Caldwell's face was solemn.

If he wanted the arm to regenerate, he probably needed to contact General Sutton.

But the chances were very low.

"Was your arm injured by a black knife?" Cristiano Grey suddenly asked.

"You know?" Han Caldwell was a bit surprised.

No one knew about this matter.

He hadn't uttered a word about it after returning.

"In the Town, Whitaker Dog used this knife to push me to the brink." Cristiano Grey walked over and whispered, "Be careful; this group is stealthy, and if ambushed, you will undoubtedly die!"

"In this case, they should have many such weapons." Hearing this, Han Caldwell felt even worse.

If weapons targeting the Undead Tribe were developed, the tribe would suffer significant losses.

"I don't think so." After a moment of thought, Cristiano Grey said, "All their weapons are small, indicating that production can't keep up. Or perhaps the materials are extremely rare."

Han Caldwell thought about it and found it might indeed be the case.

Most used short knives.

"So you're saying, the Funeral Alliance isn't as terrifying as imagined?"

He finished, pondering, "Since that's the case, we must thoroughly understand the Funeral Alliance's details and make sure they don't actually mass-produce those weapons. In the end, it will be us who suffer."

"I'll arrange for someone to contact the Funeral Alliance later." Emperor Charlotte Grey had nothing more to say and left directly to contact people from the Funeral Alliance.

It's better to resolve enmities than to create them. The Funeral Alliance is not weak; under no circumstances should they be made enemies.

At least not for now.

"Preston Caldwell." Han Caldwell turned around and instructed, "Later, lead West Tower from Ocean Academy to the library and let them choose a book. Make sure to manage the timing."

"Understood!"

Preston Caldwell said and quickly left.

"What does manage the timing mean?" Cristiano Grey was puzzled.

"In my Caldwell Family, or in the martial arts world, there's a rule. If someone is caught stealing someone else's texts, they will be killed! There's no room for negotiation!"

Han Caldwell sneered softly, "When West Tower stays in there a bit too long, I will claim they stole my library's texts and lacked morality! Then, they will surely fall from grace!"

Though the morning's plan failed, Han Caldwell didn't give up.

Cooperating with Ocean Academy was possible, but West Tower had to die.

"Brilliant!" Cristiano Grey gave a thumbs-up, stopping in his tracks. "I'll go check on Devlin, hope he's alright."

On the sickbed.

Devlin was much quieter, as if he were asleep.

But not long after!

He suddenly sat up, his eyes filled with white pupils!

"Hiss…" Devlin took a deep breath, feeling power coursing through his body.

"In the end, I have become a monster…"

Looking at his pale skin, a painfully pained expression appeared on his face.

It was at this moment that Cristiano Grey returned.

"Stand there!"

Devlin lifted his head, watching him with vigilance.