Ren Weiyong’s blood-red eyes snapped open inside the coffin. His fingernails shot out, and, reeking of decay, he lunged for Uncle Jiu. In that instant
Shen Yi moved.
He took a single step, moving like lightning, and reached his target before anyone could react. To everyone’s astonishment, he lightly pressed one finger to Ren Weiyong’s forehead.
“Lie down.”
Boom!
The zombie, whose body was as tough as iron armor, was slammed back into the coffin as if crushed by a mountain. It didn’t move again.
Uncle Jiu froze with his fingers poised in a spell, while Ren Fa’s mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg.
Shen Yi merely dusted off his clothes as a crisp prompt rang out in his mind.
“Ding! Choice complete. Reward, Five Thunder Orthodox Technique, has been granted.”
His gaze swept over Ren Tingting’s adoring face, and he chuckled to himself.
“In this Uncle Jiu world, I’m invincible.”
