"What on earth is this woman doing?"
Roger edged forward quietly, his muscles tensing, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
In the Transcendent World, reanimating a corpse wasn't anything unusual.
Until Roger was close to Travis, the corpse lying in the wicker chair remained motionless.
As he got closer, the foul stench of the body began to drift over, showing that his mother had done some unknown treatments to the corpse.
But this was Swamp Town, the weather was hot to begin with, and Travis had been dead for a while.
That smell...
After a careful examination, Roger confirmed that the Travis lying on the lounge chair was indeed just a dead body and not some kind of Voodoo Zombie or something similar.
There were a few items on the table beside him, and having looked through Travis's information, Roger could guess that these were his beloved possessions while he was alive.
