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"": "Luo Bin dawdled for a long time before finally climbing back into the coffin.
The hole he had pierced through the lid with the female corpse's fingernail was still there, unrepaired.
Had Mr. Mao come back?
Or had something else happened?
If he had returned and seen the problem, he should have dealt with it.
If he hadn't, did that mean Luo Shan had taken control of the body after Yuan Yinxin drew Luo Bin's soul back, then climbed into the coffin? Had he lain down beside the female corpse again?
His body was too frail, too limp and powerless.
He wasn't used to it at all.
After all, he had traveled to so many places since leaving Cabinet Mountain Village and consumed so many precious natural treasures. With corpse cores stabilizing his fate several times, Luo Shan's fleshly shell had long since become extraordinary, even if it lacked an evil spirit's toughness.
"This is the real me."
Luo Bin smiled bitterly.
He could no longer sit upright. His waist had no strength.
After years confined to bed, his muscles had wasted away terribly, even though his limbs could move again.
During his long confinement in the coffin, life force had kept him alive, producing an effect similar to grain avoidance, but it couldn't restore him any further.
Had Zhou Sanming been this weak, this unsteady when he first escaped?
Then they really had been lucky.
If Zhou Sanming had possessed even a little more strength, he would have pinned them all to the ground and killed them, treating them as lifespan persons to feed on.
There was another "person" standing beside him.
No, his toes barely touched the ground. He was floating.
Luo Shan was different from Luo Bin. He had been killed, and