Give someone a rose, and its fragrance lingers on your hands

Zhang Ping's consciousness returned to his original body, and a moment later, he felt as though his head would split open.

But he soon realized that his body had no head inside the Storage Contract. This pain was not a headache at all, but the result of overtaxing his Mental Strength.

In fact, after purifying countless undead souls, he had gained exceptionally resilient Mental Strength. Ordinary mental attacks no longer affected him, and his Mental Strength had also begun to grow rapidly.

That was precisely why he could control his Blood Splitting bodies in combat.

But his Blood Splitting bodies were very, very weak, nowhere near as powerful as his original body. He had been forcing himself to fight through sheer Mental Strength. He had been too absorbed to notice at the time, but once his mind relaxed, the aftereffects hit him.

At that moment, he felt as though he had returned to the days when he purified undead souls. The pain was so intense that he wanted to roll around on the ground.

The problem was that his body was inside the Storage Contract. He had no body to roll around with.

It took a full half hour for the pain to slowly subside. He simply fell asleep inside the Storage Contract to recover his depleted Mental Strength.

He slept for three hours. When he woke, he sensed something and came straight out of the Storage Contract.

"Holy shit!"

Zhang Shouzhong felt a sudden weight on his back and dropped to his knees in the sand.

"Sorry, I forgot to let you know!" Zhang Ping glanced at the backpack his emergence had burst apart. Sitting on Zhang Shouzhong's back, he turned his head and spoke with some embarrassment.

"Then hurry up and get off! How long are you planning