"Wow, this is good stuff."
When Mao Yong'an saw the lantern in Wang Ye's hand, his eyes instantly lit up. He pounced in front of Wang Ye and examined it carefully.
"Pure corpse stench, vivid red, and this texture, just like human skin."
Mao Yong'an took a deep breath and gently stroked the lantern, wearing an expression of enjoyment.
Ignoring Mao Yong'an's foolishness, Wang Ye silently took several steps back and looked toward the laboratory door. He could clearly sense something terrifying drawing closer and closer to it.
Half a minute passed.
The laboratory door opened soundlessly, and a figure appeared.
The figure had only its lower body. From the chest up, it looked as though it had been cut cleanly in half.
On its abdomen was an eyeball that constantly scanned its surroundings.
"It finally appeared."
Wang Ye took a deep breath. "Mao Yong'an, help me!"
As he spoke, Xiao Si silently rushed forward first.
Mao Yong'an gritted his teeth and threw out his human head again.
A strange urgency filled the head's eyes, as though something critical had happened.
The half-body, meanwhile, charged in an instant.
Xiao Si was kicked flying, then the creature rammed into the human head and knocked it to the floor.
Then it raised a foot and casually stomped on the head.
The head Mao Yong'an had always treated as a treasure shattered into pieces.
"Fuck your mother, this Dao Master's treasure!"
Mao Yong'an roared in anguish, but his body rapidly retreated.
Like a ghost, Xiao Si charged at the half-body again.
The eyeball was clearly impatient. It kept anxiously looking in one direction, and as Xiao Si's attack came, it grew irritable.
A faint red glow flickered within the eyeball. Countless Ghost Slaves emerged from the dense fog and charged toward Wang Ye