"Interesting." His eyes flashed with excitement, and he tried to hook his fingers, "Get up."
The bloody corpses immediately straightened up.
"Turn around."
The blood corpses spun around in circles awkwardly. One of them spun so hard that his head fell off with a "click" and rolled to Xue Yang's feet.
"Trash." Xue Yang kicked the head away in disgust, but couldn't help laughing, "The corpses here are more obedient than the living people."
He sat carelessly on the coffin, crossing his legs. Three bloody corpses immediately surrounded them, one pinched his shoulders, one beat his legs, and the remaining one, the one with his head missing, was lying on the ground groping for his head.
"Use more force on the left side." Xue Yang commanded, and the bloody corpse who squeezed his shoulder immediately increased the force. As a result, his left shoulder was pinched and dislocated with a "click".
"..."
Xue Yang put his shoulder back expressionlessly and kicked the bloody corpse: "What's the use of you?"
The bloody corpse let out an aggrieved "whimper" twice, dug out a piece of black rotten flesh from the seam of his ribs, and handed it over as if it were a treasure.
"..." The corner of Xue Yang's mouth twitched, "That's not necessary."
