Before Gong Xiao could react, she felt something strange tunneling into her body. Then, everything went black.
Outside, Tang Ye looked at his hand, aware of his utter clumsiness. He was an idiot to use his hands to reshape things. Last time, he had accidentally squashed the silver-armored corpse bear he had infected when trying to move it back to Qinshan Base. In the end, he couldn't even restore its original form.
Let alone reshaping Gong Xiao's face into Yinxiang's. If he tried to do it manually, he would be thankful if he didn't end up turning it into the ugly mug of Brother Fly.
Manipulating the silver-armored corpses he infected wasn't just a matter of manual reshaping. As the infecter, he owned every bit of the anti-life matter in them. So, in a roundabout way, these beings were his extensions, unable to return to him or merge with his psyche.
These silver-armored corpses could act on their own when not overridden by his consciousness.