When Li Shaolin yanked the feral little girl away, the unlucky fellow's neck had already been bitten open, blood streaming from the wound. The girl in his grasp snarled and clawed wildly. Though she acknowledged Li Shaolin as Undead, she refused to obey him, only babbling incoherently as if trying to break free.
The man on the ground cried out in pain, twisting and rolling around nonstop, covering himself in fallen leaves and dirt.
Li Shaolin could only walk over with an awkward gait and pin him down. "Hey, how are you?"
But the man showed no gratitude. He turned around with a face full of terror. It was Fody, the Blackwater Pirate who had taken the chance to escape. Fate truly had a sense of humor—he had ended up in Li Shaolin's hands after all.
"Hey, you brat, you sure ran fast. You actually escaped while I was sleeping! Hey! Hey!"
No matter how Li Shaolin called out, Fody kept shrinking away as though he had seen something terrifying.
Right, I'm in Undead form. No wonder this brat is scared of me. Once he realized that, Li Shaolin understood why Fody was so terrified. The fellow had mistaken him for one of those Undead creatures that knew only slaughter.
Just as he was about to explain, Fody backed away and shouted, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! Help!"
Strange. Didn't I become Undead? How can I understand his language? Li Shaolin wondered. He then handed the girl over to the Bronze Skeleton, flipped open the Book of the Dead, and before Fody's astonished eyes, the white glow in his eyes gradually faded. His back straightened, his heart began beating, and he returned to his human appearance.
"Y-you?" After witnessing that bizarre transformation, Fody was too stunned to