"Mo Yi."
Mo Yi hurried over. "Boss!"
"Heal his injuries. Set his leg, and treat the wounds on his body too."
Mo Yi froze for a moment. "Boss, are you keeping him?"
Lin Mo did not answer, merely looking at Zhang Ziqiang.
Mo Yi scratched his head, then turned to fetch medicine and splints.
Several other Clones came over to help as well. Working together clumsily, they lifted Zhang Ziqiang off the ground and laid him on a flat rock.
Some set his bones, some applied medicine, and some gave him water.
Their movements were rough but effective. The pain made him bare his teeth, but no one paid him any mind.
Only after the splint had been secured around his leg and medicine applied to his wounds did Lin Mo slowly speak.
"I can spare your life. Your life, your walking corpses, and your skills all belong to me.
"From now on, you'll work in this Law Zone, helping me mine and refine corpses.
"All the ore you mine and all the corpse soldiers you refine must be handed over."
Zhang Ziqiang's body trembled.
"Also, I'll plant a Poison Seed inside you.
"You normally won't feel it, and it won't affect your movements.
"But it can take your life at any time. With a single thought from me, the Poison Seed will explode inside your body."
Zhang Ziqiang's lips quivered.
"You have three seconds to think." Lin Mo raised three fingers.
"Three."
"Two."
Zhang Ziqiang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I... I agree."
The corners of Lin Mo's lips curled slightly. He rose to his feet, walked over to him, and extended his right hand.
A wisp of dark purple light lit up at the tip of his index finger, like a tiny snake coiling around