Chapter 146: The Ghost Flame (Last Day of the Prize Draw)
"Big brother..."
Sawtooth leaped up and caught Iron Hook's corpse. A chunk was missing from his head, and he was clearly dead.
In his fury, he suddenly lifted Iron Hook's body and took a bite.
It seemed to be some kind of ritual. As he chewed the flesh and swallowed it, and the stench in the air grew ever stronger, his mouth began to change shape, splitting open.
Like some kind of sea monster, he had rows of fine, sharp fangs. He lunged fiercely at Han Su.
Meanwhile, holes opened all over his body—along his jaw, beneath his arms, and between his ribs. Foul-smelling gas poured from them, seemingly poisonous.
The gas made the narrow storeroom fill with an even stronger, blue-gray stench of rot.
Then someone beside them suddenly jumped up. It was Jackal.
Taking advantage of Sawtooth's attack, he snatched Iron Hook's corpse. He pressed one hand to the corpse's shoulder and rapidly chanted a Spell. As the air trembled, streaks of blue lightning seemed to flash through it.
The storeroom was full of fragments of objects excavated from the ruins, including plenty of ironware. The fight had sent them scattering everywhere.
As he chanted, the screws and nails scattered across the floor, and even some cables that had been buried in the earth for who knew how long, seemed to be drawn by the blue arcs. They trembled and rolled toward him.
Then, under the force of his chanting, they burrowed into the corpse's joints, spine, facial features, and shattered head.
They seemed to stitch and repair a corpse that should have been completely beyond saving. As soon as Jackal finished chanting, Iron Hook suddenly opened his eyes. A cold gaze flashed from the one eye