At Wang Zijia's words, Jiang Mingda's body stiffened, and then, like a puppet cut from its strings, he collapsed onto the ground.
"Huff ... Huff ..."
His aged body twitched continuously, his labored gasps echoing through the silence. He'd lost all strength, looking like a pile of worn-out meat.
The three zombies next to him stood like wooden stakes, devoid of any actions or awareness, unlike Min Xin's Magic Panther.
Wang Zijia sat in the courtyard, observing Jiang Mingda. Min Xin stood by impassively, almost like a wooden stake, afraid that Wang Zijia might suddenly take notice of him.
"What do you want to ask, Senior Brother?" After a moment, Jiang Mingda, having caught his breath, clumsily stood up and directed the question at Wang Zijia. He glanced at Min Xin, continuing:
