Instinctively, Jiang Po took some quick steps, moving behind Di Tian and gripping his shoulders.
"Dude!" Di Tian did not know whether to laugh or cry. He suddenly remembered a past moment Jiang Po had talked about him taking the meat shield role in the event of a future team-up. Truly, that was what his friend was taking him for at the moment.
"Better safe than sorry," Jiang Po said without shame, his eyes riveted to the shaking corpse in front of Di Tian.
Di Tian did not answer hin and instead made a series of additional hand movements. Consequently, the corpse stopped its movements and became immobile.
'Good,' Di Tian thought to himself. Aloud, he asked, "Name?"
"Wait, it can speak?" Jiang Po's eyebrows jumped in disbelief.
Di Tian briefly explained, "Only in monosyllables, and there's a limit to how much it can say at a time."
Just then, the corpse opened its mouth and a dry sound came out of its lips, "A...Anwar. Jibal."