"Why don't we just go directly to the Golden Buddha's chamber and take the treasure from there."
When the Golden Buddha sensed the commotion on the warship, a look of impatience appeared on his face.
"I always feel a bad premonition, what exactly is going on here."
"No one from the outside has come over, I should be safe at this time, so why do I still feel a vague unease."
The Golden Buddha's perception was accurate; when he returned to the chamber, he found that the zombie had broken free.
"How did you get out? Is it because of that lingering resentment?"
"I did this for your own good, to make you an immortal being, so I intentionally had you undergo this pain."
"Unfortunately, you don't recognize my good intentions and still want to deal with me. Well, I won't make it easy for you either."
The Golden Buddha slammed the wooden fish in his hand, and a thumping sound echoed out.
"Amitabha."
"Buddhist Great Handprint!"
