Anjia left, and Fang Hao quickly walked toward the Viscera Museum.
He made his way directly into the museum.
In the main hall on the first floor, more than ten funeral priests were busy recording data, grinding materials, and working diligently.
When they saw Fang Hao enter, they all greeted him in unison, "Lord."
Fang Hao nodded, "Mm, is Scholar Nelson here?"
Although it was late at night, for the Undead, sleep was a foreign concept.
Their existence knew no illness or pain. *They neither felt fatigue nor required rest.*
"Please wait a moment, my lord. I will inform Scholar Nelson," one of the funeral priests said as they turned and headed to the second floor.
The museum's atmosphere exuded a chilling cold that pierced the bone.
Even during the hottest days outside, no one would willingly come here to escape the heat due to the oppressive cold inside.
Not long after,
the sound of footsteps echoed from the second floor.
