Sorry, sorry. You're still alive—though your body is dead. I suppose that must feel unbearable.
Lance Quinn wore a sly, mocking grin as he hefted my corpse over his shoulder.
Why are you here? If you have something to say, say it quickly.
I didn’t get angry at Lance Quinn’s joke. He just smiled, waving his hand dismissively.
Not bad, Ethan Zhang. You’ve become much colder. But your power is still unstable. You need to find a way to fully control it—especially that woman’s strength. Her Yin Energy is overwhelming, and you can’t master it yet. Here’s my advice: develop techniques that are truly your own. Otherwise, your Ghost Soul isn’t strong enough to withstand this power.
As Lance Quinn spoke, I nodded and thanked him.
With a whoosh, Lance Quinn flew right up to me and patted my body.
"I’m here to collect the corpse, heh. This thing’s dead anyway—hand it over."
I glanced at Lance Quinn, said nothing, and just smiled.
"Take it. This body means nothing to me now."
Lance Quinn's eyes sparkled as he stared at me.
You said it yourself, Ethan Zhang—don’t regret this later.
I nodded. Lance Quinn grinned and patted my shoulder.
Heh, I’ll take good care of your body. It’s rare material—don’t worry, it won’t go to waste.
My heart tightened as I watched his sly grin, unease creeping in.
What are you planning?
Making a zombie, of course. You’re dead, aren’t you? The link between soul and body is broken, and your soul’s become a ghost—it can’t go back.
Do as you please.
I turned my head to look at the distant woods, where John Chou was waiting for me.
Then Lance Quinn raised his hand, and a stream of blue energy swept my corpse away. He smiled with satisfaction.