In his heart thought, Zheng Changnian began to shout loudly, feeling something was very wrong.
His consciousness existed, but he had completely lost control over his body.
At this moment, Zheng Changnian felt like he was awake, but his body was still asleep.
He tried to regain control of his body, but it was as if the connection was severed; no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to control.
"Elder Jin, Elder Jin..."
Realizing it was hard to regain control of his body, Zheng Changnian began to verbally call for Nangong Jin.
Zheng Changnian had already guessed something.
But he was still somewhat clever, knowing that at this moment, he was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Saying some soft words might offer a glimmer of hope.
Without control over his body, Zheng Changnian didn't even have a chance to fight for his life.
"Elder Jin, Elder Jin..."
Zheng Changnian kept calling out, the more he called, the more anxious he felt in his heart thought.
