These old, cunning thieves! One more sinister than the next, one better at hiding than the other!
Jiang Wang cursed in his mind.
At this moment, he was curled up by the side door, but his eyes were always fixed on the hall.
So he could clearly see that Tian Yong's body on the ground had stood up.
What's going on?
Playing possum?
Or is it yet another corpse refined into a zombie?
But his voice boomed, full of breath.
Chanting "His crime warrants death, his heart deserves to be punished," the characteristics of a corpse on his body gradually faded away.
The stiff flesh became supple again, the bluish-black ebbed away, and his color of life surged back.
The heart beat, the blood flowed rapidly.
In just the blink of an eye, Tian Yong had gone from a corpse back to how Jiang Wang had first seen him upon entering the hall!
