Tu Jin sprinkled some pine oil on the firewood, then rubbed his fingers together, and a spark shot out, falling on the firewood and instantly igniting a roaring blaze. The flames soared into the sky, casting the faces of the people outside the shrine pale as earth, as if they had seen their own bleak future.
Ning Xiaoxian made a gesture to Tu Jin, who nodded in understanding, reached out to grab the living corpse inside the house, and dragged it to the edge of the fire. He was about to throw it in when the corpse suddenly came to life!
This living corpse, which had been lying on the bed coughing without opening its eyes or speaking, now suddenly opened its eyes wide and stood up with a burst of strength. The people in the shrine, having good eyesight, could see that the pupils of the living corpse were dilated to the fullest, not contracting in the light, and still appeared terrifyingly dark in the afternoon.
