He hadn't reacted yet.
The back of his head split open, revealing half a head, and it was actually that of the envoy again.
This method was too terrifying, and the players naturally screamed.
It was only now that they understood the meaning of "undying" in the Undying Guild.
However, as the head struggled to emerge, it began to turn black, rot, and fell to the ground.
Dead.
This time it was a real death.
The voodoo invading the soul seemed to have exploded even more severely with his resurrection.
"A bit of a skill, but casually parasitizing people from our Little Knife Guild, even if it's a dog, has to be accounted for," Small Knife said calmly.
"Well, Brother Dao, payment was made in advance." The player with the broken back of the head surprisingly didn't die and instead chuckled dryly.
"Same here, the payment was significant; it took over an hour with my dog," Young Master Dai quickly explained.
The unclear words from the other party still scared him when they erupted.
