By the heavy door of the Han family, the plump figure of Han Men trembled, his tiny eyes filled with terror. "You... you have awakened it? Do you know what you've done!"
The air was still filled with that soft female voice, with a light chuckle that sounded like a young girl, innocent and oblivious. "I know, it's just an ancient corpse at the third level of cloud soaring. Let it come out for some fresh air, it must be so lonely lying in there all by itself."
"Fresh air..." Han Men shouted, "Do you know nothing? This is a Yin corpse, devoid of humanity! It will mindlessly slaughter any living being it sees, including you!"
The girl continued to laugh, "No consciousness? How adorable!"
Han Men was exasperated. "Are you sick? If you could control the corpse puppet, that would be one thing. But you can't even control it yourself. What's the point of doing this?"