"They'll come back to you." Qin He raised his brows and tossed out a casual reassurance.
Have you finished wandering around yet? You can't even speak plainly. If all else fails, just lie down—I'll burn you and collect the reward.
Three months already. He was tired.
Yet the expression on the Moth Ancestor's corpse as it looked at Qin He visibly sharpened, and it asked, "How can I remember?"
"Uh... just think harder. Maybe it'll come back to you." Qin He spread his hands.
"Impossible. Broken memories are gone once they're gone, unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I revisit the old place. That's right... revisit the old place." The Moth Ancestor's corpse muttered. The moment it finished speaking, Qin He instantly sensed two beams of light shooting from its hollow eye sockets.
They no longer carried that previous deathly stillness. There was now a trace of vitality in them.
Qin He's heart instinctively skipped a beat. He immediately raised his guard to the utmost, his instincts telling him that this corpse seemed to have birthed a wisp of new will.
Sure enough, the "gaze" the Moth Ancestor's corpse fixed on Qin He grew clearer and clearer, its scrutiny ever more intense.
"Senior, it's rather impolite to look me over like that." Qin He narrowed his eyes.
"Young hero, what a fine body you have." A stiff smile appeared on the Moth Ancestor's corpse's face. Even its form of address had changed, taking on a faintly roguish air.
Buzz!
Without another word, Qin He raised the Big Black Shovel and pointed it at the Moth Ancestor's corpse. "Senior, if you mean this junior harm, I advise you to show some restraint!"
"If you think Samadhi True Fire is this junior's limit, then you are gravely mistaken!" Qin He warned repeatedly, quietly weighing