In the room, Lin Mu looked at the skeletal Zheng Mingye, his lips curling into a cold smirk.
Such intense resentment is truly rare. It wasn't that Zheng Mingye was sick; he was simply possessed, enveloped by resentment and unable to free himself. How could ordinary medical techniques possibly be of use?
"Truly a case of reaping what one sows," he muttered, sizing up Zheng Mingye with a slight raise of his eyebrows.
Tsk tsk, impressive. It has already developed spiritual intelligence and is about to be born by borrowing a body.
Lin Mu shook his head and said, "Unfortunately for you, you've run into me."
As his words fell, Lin Mu flicked his finger, and a stream of green Spiritual Energy instantly shot into Zheng Mingye's body.
"YAA!"
