Chapitre 1137: Too Cold of a woman.

Three days later, 

"This doesn't seem to be working," Mo Qiang yawned as she looked down at the chunk of the tree trunk lying on the table's surface. The purplish-black matter seemed filled with an energy that Mo Qiang could not detect. Even when she was instilling her spiritual energy inside the chunk, it seemed to be deflecting her powers. 

Maybe it was because this thing was made from the dead, which was why her spiritual energy which gave life to the dying was being repelled. 

However, if this continued Mo Qiang was worried that the problem of the Zerg bats –won't end there. 

"Miss Qiang," one of the workers of the count mansion knocked on Mo Qiang's door. 

Upon hearing the call of the mer, she raised her head and questioned warily, "What is it?" she hoped that this mer was not among those who had tried to slip into her bed. Every time she went to sleep or bath, she would find a few mers waiting for her.