Museum Second Floor

After the "set" was completed, visible changes appeared in the female corpse's body. Her dark golden skin bulged with one blood-red swastika after another, and blood-red swastika symbols surfaced within her white pupils.

As the swastika symbols emerged, Zhang Yuanqing realized he had lost his connection to the female corpse.

She was no longer under his control.

The female corpse's aura steadily rose, her incomplete soul rapidly filling in as she let out a shrill, furious scream:

"Commander of the Bad!"

Only Night Wanderers could hear the scream. Green Bamboo and Alicia merely felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts; beyond that, they heard nothing.

Commander of the Bad? Zhang Yuanqing froze. He was far too familiar with that title—several items on him were connected to the Commander of the Bad from the Tang Dynasty.

He just did not know whether the "Commander of the Bad" the female corpse had shouted for was the same one connected to him.

Her voice carried bone-deep hatred and resentment. What kind of grudge did she have against the Commander of the Bad? Zhang Yuanqing muttered inwardly.

"So powerful." Green Bamboo retreated several steps. An aura at the Sovereign level could not be concealed.

He watched the Blood Bodhisattva—draped in a kasaya and holding a precept blade—with a grave expression. At the same time, he felt that the sight of her wearing nothing but a kasaya, with half her chest exposed, was simply too sacrilegious and too alluring.

After the scream, the female corpse gripped her precept blade and strode forward on her long legs. Her kasaya billowed as she ran toward the staircase with a clear purpose.

She's no longer under my control... Zhang Yuanqing felt a pang of loss.

But on second thought, it made sense. With the Blood Bodhisattva, he could