At this moment, Yan Junze could see that although the man's strangeness had become extremely evil, he was still a dual entity, like a person suffering from split personality disorder, possessing two distinct personalities.
The consciousness of the mummified corpse still bore the semblance of its past ill-fated and resigned self, but this strangeness, detached from the body, was unspeakably evil and scheming to escape the building by any means necessary.
"Let's do this," Yan Junze spoke to the pitch-black corridor, "If you let us go, we won't take the corpse with us, nor will we harm it in the slightest, otherwise..."
As he said this, he turned his head to look at Zhou Dali. "The hammer in my brother's hand is enough to turn your actual body into a pile of minced meat within ten seconds."
"You dare threaten me." The voice suppressed anger.
"I have no choice, I need to protect myself." Yan Junze shrugged.
