C92 A Corpse Puppet.

Moreover, with so many houses around, there ought to be a decent number of people. Yet, our group hadn't spotted a single soul by the time dusk approached, leaving us no choice but to settle into a random house for the night.

As night fell—

Han Feng lay on a wooden bed, eyes shut, attuned to the chorus of insects buzzing in his ears, his ears twitching subtly in response.

Before long