Li Yun glanced at the two halves of the corpse.
"It's finally over."
For months, this man had kept himself hidden. He had deceived everyone around him, studied Li Yun, and waited patiently for his chance. Now he was dead.
Li Yun turned to leave, and then he stopped. Something was wrong.
A dull thump came from behind him. Li Yun frowned, and a second thump followed. He turned around.
Mo Yuanxiu's corpse was moving. The two halves were not regenerating, and they were not joining back together either. The blood around them, however, had stopped spreading and had begun to flow backward toward the corpse.
Li Yun's expression changed.
"What is this?"
Black patterns appeared under the dead man's skin. The severed flesh began to swell, and both halves shook violently. Then laughter came out.
"He…"
Li Yun's pupils shrank.
"Hehehe…"
