For three whole days, Li Su remained buried within the pile of corpses.
Fortunately, fresh corpses were constantly being brought in from outside. Along with Li Su occasionally controlling more bodies to pile themselves atop him, he avoided being taken away to be refined into a corpse puppet.
Though the environment made him extremely uncomfortable, given his current circumstances, he could only endure it.
After all, his first priority was to understand his own condition—especially to restore his damaged soul and sort through his memories.
Fortunately, his soul truly was unusual. Even though it had been severely damaged, the moment he awoke, it had already begun repairing itself.
Like wounded flesh, it gradually knitted back together.
Thus, as the second day drew to a close, his memories began returning like a rising tide.
This process lasted for quite some time.
It was not until the third day that it finally ended completely.
As his memories returned, a distinct chill crossed Li Su's face. Within his pupils was reflected a rare trace of extreme wrath; clearly, he had recalled the reason for his grievous injuries and his loss of memory.
Only after a long while did he let out a deep breath and suppress the fury in his heart.
Closing his eyes, Li Su quickly sensed the state of his body.
Mm, not bad.
His physical injuries were grave. Although his brain and torso had been well protected, he had lost far too much blood. His limbs were battered beyond recognition, and there was scarcely a single intact bone left.
Honestly, this result surprised him greatly.
In fact, the instant he saw Imperial Daughter Ba, Li Su had clearly understood his own predicament. If he truly faced her, he was dead—there had not been even the slightest chance of survival.
That