Chen Hao transferred a lot of energy into Zhong Ping's heart again, but no transformation effect occurred.
Zhong Ping still had his eyes tightly closed.
"Do you not want to wake up?" Chen Hao suddenly muttered as if talking to someone.
He looked at the unconscious Zhong Ping, brushing off some of the dirt on the man's face, and noticed some white powder smeared across half of Zhong Ping's face.
Especially around the mouth, the white powder seemed to have slightly spilled out from inside.
Chen Hao pinched open Zhong Ping's chin and then turned his head away with closed eyes.
Zhong Ping's mouth was stuffed with white powder, which Chen Hao recognized as cremains!
Thinking of Zhong Ping's father, Zhong Damin's death, it wasn't hard to guess who these cremains belonged to!
After a moment of silence, Chen Hao said, "Think it over for yourself, what's the point of sleeping forever? I remember you have a mother at home, right? Can you bear leaving her alone?"
