"...Really, Zhao Rong, what are you planning next? This time it was stealing objects, next time are you planning to steal a person?"
Gui suddenly remembered this jest from half a month ago.
Now.
It had actually come true.
"Why does everything you say sound so unpleasant?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, "It even changed in taste."
"Aren't you just stealing a person?"
Gui chuckled softly, "Mhm, a dead person."
Zhao Rong was speechless, not wanting to deal with it.
"Hey, he is already dead, even if you steal... take out his corpse, what is the point?"
Gui thought for a moment.
"You're not planning to use his Sixth Grade Martial Artist's physique to practice corpse reanimation, are you?"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong slightly slowed his pace.
He didn't get angry at Gui's guess; instead, he fell silent for a while, then softly said:
"Practicing corpse reanimation... is that very common on the mountain?"