C87 An Old Friend Is Not an Old Friend

My heart skipped a beat. I looked at the iron door to the fifth floor that was still tightly shut. The spoils of war that this voice spoke of couldn't be Zong Qiqi's corpse, right?

I walked to the side of the altar to take a closer look and sure enough, I found some things to use for corpse control. I was speechless as I grabbed those things and directly controlled Zong Qiqi's corpse