"Are they using me to feed the picture, or using the picture to feed me?"
Mo Hua licked his lips, and under the flickering candlelight, the Contemplation Map seemed to shiver.
The coffin was icy cold, yet lying in it was quite comfortable.
Mo Hua waited and waited inside...
But after a long time, there was still no movement.
Mo Hua frowned.
What's the matter?
We had an agreement that I'd be the sacrifice, so why has no one come to "eat" me?
Waiting a bit more, there was still no response from the coffin.
"Is the coffin broken?"
"Or did Lu Chengyun chant the wrong spell?"
"Or perhaps, this Contemplation Map is picky, only accepting feedings from the Zhang Family's disciples?"
That's not right either...
A bunch of zombies, given something to eat, who would care who fed it to them?
"So... could it be my problem?"
Mo Hua was startled and then focused his senses, indeed noticing something unusual within the coffin.
There was a voice inside the coffin.
