"Next, who's up?"
Zhu Hong glanced at everyone present and then focused his gaze on Ling Gengqiu.
"Why not start with you then." Saying this, he walked straight to Ling Gengqiu, extended his hand, ready to seize him and lift him off the ground.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice reached his ears. He was slightly startled, looked around, and frowned, saying, "Who? Who is speaking."
This voice... Everyone was stunned for a moment, then turned their gaze toward the charred corpse. If they hadn't heard wrong, it sounded like Ling Chen's voice. But wasn't Ling Chen struck dead by lightning?
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the charred corpse began to slowly move. At the same time, pieces of black material fell off from the body's surface. When all traces of charring had shed, Ling Chen's body finally reappeared in the sight of all.
