At this point, his soul could not control his body or command it as freely as when he was alive.
As Cui Jiuyang understood it-the operating system was offline, so the hardware would not run.
The corpse-driving method installed the operating system onto the hardware, and then...
Hmm... Cui Jiuyang pictured it.
Wouldn't that turn Master Tiger into a zombie?
Ah, never mind. He would get him moving first. Otherwise, with his soul constantly lacking an anchor, it could easily be damaged.
Jiangxi's corpse-driving method was not complicated. In essence, it was a funeral procession.
Those who died far from home needed to return to their hometowns for burial, but corpses could not withstand long journeys. They often rotted and began to stink halfway there.
The sorcerers of Southern Jiangxi had therefore developed the corpse-driving method.
Its claim was, "The corpse travels a thousand miles, the soul returns home; neither rotting nor stinking, fallen leaves return to their roots."
So the seemingly terrifying corpse drivers were actually kindhearted sorcerers who took the dead home. They traveled among mountains and rivers, returning one homeless soul after another to its hometown.
This was also why corpse drivers in Southern Jiangxi often lived long lives: mainly because they accumulated profound Yin Virtue by bringing people home.
Cui Jiuyang dipped his fingers in cinnabar and drew a Walking Corpse Talisman between Master Tiger's brows. Then he picked up two dry branches and struck them together as makeshift clappers.
"Heaven clear, earth numinous, the decree of the Eight Extremes arrives. Corpse, arise and take the road!"
As the last word fell, Cui Jiuyang pointed at Master Tiger's corpse. As he envisioned it, Master Tiger should have opened his eyes and stood up.
Yet he remained motionless, lying there without so much as a flicker of