"I don't wish to die…" Tyrant's voice echoed inside the tunnel. A few metal rats were so startled by the soundthat they crept back into their lairs, not daring to create any more noise.
After shedding tears, Tyrant felt pain in his eyes, his body was aging very swiftly.
"I can only take a risk now," Tyrant took out two corpses from his pouch and laid them before him. These two bodies were naked, they belonged to a male and female and both of them were very young.
Both corpses had average looks, but their body structure was perfect. Even in the eyes of a sorcerer, the proportions of their skeletons were not flawed at all.
Caressing the two corpses, Tyrant felt hesitant. It was perilous for ghosts to occupy the bodies of other beings. Usually, ghosts would not do something like that more than three times. If this limit was exceeded, the ghosts themselves would lose their memory and turn into idiots.
