"Waaah..."
"You wretched man, how am I supposed to live when you've left me all alone?"
"Heavens, you might as well take me too! I can't live without him! Waaah..."
Amid the eerie wails of the beautiful woman's head, great clouds of black mist suddenly rose from Wu Shengce's mangled flesh on the ground. Gradually, the mist formed a human silhouette.
The black mist drew the woman's head onto the silhouette's shoulder. The next moment, the scattered flesh and shattered bones on the ground fused into it. The mist turned solid, taking Wu Shengce's form.
Wu Shengce had come back to life. Even his Daoist robe, torn apart earlier, was intact on his body.
"..."
Nameless and Tianxing Mingyue were speechless.
They knew why Wu Shengce had been imprisoned in the Eternal Silence Prison Tower. The problem was that Nameless had no idea how to destroy him.
"What do we do, sir?" Tianxing Mingyue asked.
Nameless thought for a moment. "Kill him again. Then we'll leave and figure out the rest later."
Before Nameless could act, the killing formation activated again. Wu Shengce had not even made it out before his body was shredded. Sure enough, the beautiful woman's head remained unscathed. But before she could curse him, her expression froze—half shrewish fury, half grieving widow. It looked bizarre.
"Sir, let's go!" Tianxing Mingyue said.
Nameless nodded and turned to leave. Then an idea flashed through his mind. He turned back, took a gold ingot from his storage ring, and hurled it at the woman's head.
The head's defenses were formidable. The ingot left no mark when it struck her face, but the tremendous force carried through her skull, sending her rolling deep into the passage.
"If she isn't wailing over him, can Wu Shengce still come back to life?"