"What? How can you talk freely?"
When Han Luo heard Mo Zhiran's voice beside him, he was instantly dumbfounded. He thought Zhiran should've been under his control by now.
How could he still speak, let alone from right beside him?
Reflexively, Han Luo tried to turn around to look, but before he could, he realized he couldn't move at all.
It felt as though he was completely imprisoned.
"H-how… What did you do to me?"
Han Luo panicked the moment he realized his body wouldn't respond. And when he finally paid attention to it, a chill ran through him as it didn't feel human at all.
Rather, it seemed to be some kind of artificial vessel, small and lifeless.
The only thing he could move were his eyes, darting around in anxious disbelief. Even his divine sense was trapped, unable to leave.
This was just too bizarre.
"Wuyin Puppet, have you heard its name?"
Just as he was panicking about his soul's situation, he suddenly heard a faint voice of Zhiran.
"Wuyuin Puppet?"
