The chaos... was declared over five minutes later.
Ling Mo controlled the Corpse Puppet and clapped his hands... These murderous tools were completely stained with blood, even the spaces between the fingers were dripping with gore, and there were even some disturbing things... Along with the pungent smell of blood, Ling Mo couldn't help but think, "This really does feel like some kind of black-market fantasy..."
The dagger that was in his hand earlier was now completely nowhere to be found, probably either lodged in a corpse's abdominal cavity or submerged in some pool of blood.
But he quickly turned his gaze to his side and back. Behind several corpses, a big man was clinging to the table leg, sobbing... He was scared out of his wits. Anyone who saw the Corpse Puppet in such a state, along with the carnage all over, would likely feel the same way.
