While the two of them were still causing a ruckus, the Corpse Puppet that had been rolling around on the ground finally showed signs of movement.
It suddenly stretched its neck, producing a strange sound from its throat.
"Ugh~"
"Could it be about to throw up?" Ling Mo lowered Yu Shiran, who had been dangling from his arm, back to the ground while curiously watching the Corpse Puppet.
The Corpse Puppet's neck was getting longer and longer, and after a violent shudder of its body, a series of muffled "crack" sounds could be heard continuously.
It gave the impression of a rusted machine that hadn't been lubricated for a long time, with all its joints now seeming extremely stiff.
Crack!
The Corpse Puppet also lifted its waist, but its upper body and legs were still shaking on the ground.
Crack crack crack!
After a burst of explosion-like dull sounds, Ling Mo's eyes suddenly widened.
Wait a minute...
