?!!
How could this be!
Qin Shaofeng's pupils contracted.
How could this be!
Dong Long?!
"Is it really Dong Long?!"
Qin Shaofeng instinctively clenched his fists, his Jie turning white.
He had clearly killed this man himself, and the corpse had even been taken back by those people from the Dragon Python Sect. So how could it be here now...
Before he could figure it out, the black-robed figure suddenly raised its head.
There was no face beneath the hood, only a swirling mass of black mist. Within that mist, two scarlet points could vaguely be seen, uncannily like the eyes of a refined puppet.
"Heh heh..."
The strange laugh sounded like rusted iron scraping together. The black-robed figure raised a hand with protruding knuckles and lightly tapped a finger toward Dong Long's corpse.
"Rise."
The corpse that should have been rotting and stinking suddenly straightened its waist with a "crack"!
Ghostly green flames ignited deep within its eye sockets. Black curse patterns crawled over the wound on its neck, forcibly stitching the split flesh together into a savage scar.
Qin Shaofeng sucked in a cold breath.
This was not Puppet Technique. Dong Long's corpse was still faintly rising and falling, as though something were writhing beneath its skin!
"Go."
The black-robed figure uttered another word, its withered finger pointing toward the center of the lake.
Dong Long's corpse immediately began walking. Every step upon the water sent ripples of black waves spreading out, yet it strode over the surface as though walking on solid ground, heading straight for the roots of the divine tree.
Its movements were even swifter than when it had been alive, and faint demonic qi coiled around its body. Its strength... was actually half a notch greater than before its death!
"Fuck, what kind of