With a flick of his sword fingers, the corpse lying on the ground suddenly twitched a few times.
Its limbs twisted, its head swayed.
With a series of crackling sounds, it rose to its feet like a spider, its posture bizarre and unnatural.
I watched in shock.
This was the Corpse Control Technique.
After the corpse stood up, I saw that the middle-aged Japanese man's eyes had turned blood-red, filled with blood. It looked utterly eerie.
There was no breathing, only a dull, vacant expression.
Then the middle-aged man spoke to him.
"Drive the truck north. Don't let the police catch you."
After hearing this, the Japanese man immediately replied in a stiff, mechanical voice.
"Yes!"
With that, he turned mechanically and headed for the truck's cab.
After getting in, he started the vehicle and drove it away along the edge of the woods.
Watching this, I looked at the middle-aged man beside me in astonishment.
"Brother, was that the Corpse Control Technique?"
He nodded.
"Yes. Although I'm from Shandong, my grandmother was a corpse handler from Western Hunan. I learned the secret corpse-driving arts of Western Hunan from an early age.
This guy just died, so his soul is still in his body.
I used a Soul-Gathering Corpse-Driving Nail to pin it within the corpse, allowing me to control him.
The effect can last for two hours. After those two hours, his soul will scatter as well.
Those two hours are our window to escape.
Oh, right. Wang Baoguo is my real name."
"Brother Wang."
I called out and nodded.
After hearing that, Brother Wang pointed ahead.
"Let's go, this way. I've already parked another car."
"Got it, Brother Wang!"
Then Brother Wang led me onward.
Before long, we found a Toyota sedan at another fork in the woods.