Tu Shanjun was overjoyed, but he didn't expect that another village would become bright again.

It's useful, but it's not that useful. It can at most make Tushanjun faster for a moment and a half, but it's a drop in the bucket and can't fundamentally solve the problem.

"He still has his own consciousness, but I can't wake him up..."

"Then who can wake it up?"

No need to think too much about Tushanjun shaking his soul flag.

When the banner was opened, a tall and slender figure walked out.

His white hair was tied into a bun, his face was covered with a hood, and his armor was majestic. The man raised his head to reveal his dull eyes, and his lips moved slightly. As he opened and closed them, a familiar voice came.

"Three Tigers."

With just one sound, the headless corpse stopped immediately.

Even without his head, Tushanjun could still tell that Sanhu was staring straight at the white-haired man in front of him.

Tu Shanjun doesn't like controlling the Yin God in the Soul Banner, especially the Yin God who controls his own apprentice and makes the apprentice speak mechanically. This is undoubtedly a self-exposed scar.
Chapter completed!