Cha Emperor and Tuo Li laughed at the same time. They had come to the surface world, breathed fresh air, and felt the beauty of the world above ground; their moods had become bright and sunny as well. So they wanted to laugh. Whatever they encountered made them want to laugh, and at the slightest provocation, they could not help bursting out laughing.
Faced with Ying Zheng's questioning, Tuo Li laughed so hard his eyes narrowed into slits. He slapped Ying Zheng hard on the shoulder and boomed with laughter. "If we hadn't let that man escape smoothly, how could you possibly have obediently listened to us? Your Majesty from the East, if you want a chance at eternity, you must pay a certain price!"
Ying Zheng was so furious that the Three Corpses Gods leapt in rage. Stomping his feet, he roared, "Dragon City has escaped! With a single thought from Lin Qi, I'll be scattered soul and shattered spirit!"
Cha Emperor immediately moved close to Ying Zheng and drew from his sleeve a tiny palm-sized doll sewn from black cloth. Squinting, he introduced it to Ying Zheng. "This is a treasure left behind from a war of doctrine that erupted among humanity's ancestors, long before the cosmic calamity—the Nail-Head Doll. Or you may call it a death-substitute doll. Come, drip a drop of your blood onto it!"
There was a trace of irresistible magic in Cha Emperor's voice. Though unwilling, Ying Zheng found himself biting open his finger and dripping a drop of blood onto the tattered doll. A strange fluctuation of soul energy spread from the doll, and a vast amount of information flooded into Ying Zheng's soul. His brows rose, and then he glared furiously at Cha Emperor.
This doll could indeed help Ying Zheng withstand