Zhang Laoxi's eyes widened as he watched Wen Yan's actions, his mindset instantly collapsing.
That's a hopping corpse!
You're injecting such a vast amount of Yang energy into it? What the hell are you trying to do?
First of all, let's rule out killing the hopping corpse.
Wen Yan just said he wanted to make use of the hopping corpse to deal with matters to come—the main goal, naturally, is to handle that Fake Mo Zhicheng first, so maybe the hopping corpse is going to seek out Fake Mo Zhicheng.
That kind of mysterious resonance is currently the best method.
It's just that, when I told you to do as you please earlier, I didn't mean this kind of thing!
His eyelids twitched furiously; instinctively he wanted to stop it, but he didn't dare to act rashly, afraid of triggering uncontrollable changes. All he could do was pace back and forth anxiously nearby, helping to protect the ritual, ensuring no one disturbed them, and guarding against any possible mishaps.
