"What's your idea?" Ying Hua asked. But before she could continue her words, she saw something shocking, which Old Man Mo had never done before.
The guard soldiers who were in front of the building suddenly convulsed, collapsed, and lay on the ground, losing consciousness.
It was then that Old Man Mo waved his hand like he wanted to control something.
"Old Man Mo," Ying Hua whispered. "What are you doing?" At that moment she saw him sweating, which flowed between his long white mustache.
Soon the soldiers got up, but not like ordinary humans. They stood like fallen tree trunks lifted by ropes, moving from head to toe in a straight and rigid condition. Their eyes stared blankly, not blinking at all.
"What have you done to them?"
"We will borrow their bodies, Princess. Because I can see that the white cloth around their wrists is very strong. So, we can take using it to cover us."
"I know," Ying Hua stuttered. "But it turns out you..."
