After notifying Princess Yinyao, Zhang Yuanqing felt a slight wave of drowsiness wash over him, the kind of exhaustion that came from staying up all night gaming.
"Even from so far away, it's still affecting me. The Sleeping Curse is kind of terrifying."
He opened his contacts and dialed the Stop-Killing Palace Lord's number. The moment she answered, he said, "Palace Lord, I found the Underworld King."
"Ten minutes!" the Palace Lord's soft, lovely voice came through the phone.
After hanging up, Zhang Yuanqing pulled out Little Red Riding Hood, summoned a Level 4 corpse puppet, and spat out a Level 4 Spirit Servant.
He first controlled the corpse puppet toward the pine forest. After it had walked a dozen or so meters, it crashed to the ground and fell into an unshakable sleep, showing no response no matter how Zhang Yuanqing controlled it.
When he tried to communicate with the imprint within its spirit body, he found that the imprint representing the corpse puppet had turned grayish-white and could no longer be reached.
"Sleep is a type of seal. Mm, that fits the characteristics of the Evernight profession."
Zhang Yuanqing checked the time, then controlled the Spirit Servant into the sleeping zone. He watched it drift forward for over ten meters before sinking like a fallen leaf, collapsing onto the ground in deep slumber.
"Anything alive, conscious, or possessing spiritual power will be affected? Tsk, this profession has extremely distinct traits!" Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers and appeared beside the corpse puppet and Spirit Servant.
In an instant, intense drowsiness swept over him, as though he had spent an entire day and night gaming, his eyelids heavy as lead.
So sleepy. This guy would definitely make a fortune opening a clinic that helps insomnia patients, Zhang Yuanqing grumbled inwardly.