[In the two-thousandth year, you nurtured a Good Corpse]
[In the three-thousandth year, you nurtured an Evil Corpse]
With a slight closing of his eyes, when he opened them again, Song Yan could already feel the difference in himself.
With a slight movement of thought, two ghostly heads suddenly appeared behind his neck.
One with angry, fierce eyes; the other with kind, gentle eyes.
He felt his consciousness split into three, yet all three were still part of himself.
