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Had he really found the right one?
The moment Gu Xi heard the prompt by his ear, his eyes lit up.
The Death Primordial Hand dragged the corpse straight out.
The corpse in Gu Xi's grasp had been gnawed until barely any flesh remained. All that was left was a skeleton with a sheet of skin hanging from it. If not for the peculiar power clinging to its body, Gu Xi felt it might not even have had that skin left.
Even someone like Gu Xi, who had seen countless corpses, could feel how ruined this body was.
And this was supposed to be a Deified Corpse?
Seriously?
Dragging the corpse in front of him, Gu Xi examined it carefully, still somewhat uncertain.
After thinking for a moment, he looked up at the sun just about to sink below the mountain, then turned to the Red Robe Butler.
"Will he resurrect on his own tonight?"
"Yes. It will be tonight."
"Fine. I'll trust you this once and let him resurrect first. But I'm warning you—if what comes back isn't what I want, I don't mind turning him into a corpse again."
Gu Xi raised his hand and sent the corpse back into the coffin.
After that, Gu Xi sat back down on the Evil Coffin.
Before Gu Xi called a halt, the cleanup work at the Pyramid did not stop.
The undead under Gu Xi used all sorts of methods to search through the dismantled stones for unusual clues.
Some undead even fixed their attention on the Pyramid's exposed foundations.
In the minds of these undead, there might be something hidden beneath the foundation.
Actually, that was understandable. After all, such a huge Pyramid could not possibly have