The appearance of the two green-eyed corpse puppets was quite different from the way Song Changming rembered.
But Song Changming imdiately recognized the two corpse puppets before him as his two brothers.
Having spent over a decade together during childhood, Song Changming was confident he wouldn’t mistake them.
Yet now they had beco corpse puppets, no longer his brothers, yet still his brothers.
At least the corpse puppets did not recognize him.
Or rather, the corpse puppets were under control, their self-awareness completely suppressed, now rely two battle puppets carrying out orders.
Song Changming landed and sheathed his sword amidst the chase, his hands darting out like lightning to seize the arms of the two corpse puppets thrusting spears at him.
Even these green-eyed corpse puppets, with trendous strength, could not withstand Song Changming and were once again thrown aside.
Then Song Changming turned and reached away toward the direction of the waterfall.
Without the protection of the jade talisman, Lou Baoqiu was forcibly dragged out by Song Changming with innate qi aura.
"If your corpse puppets move again, I’ll snap your neck," Song Changming threatened Lou Baoqiu, his eyes radiating endless coldness.
Lou Baoqiu felt a chill throughout his body and hastily ordered his corpse puppets to halt.
"So strong!" Hu Yan watched Song Changming effortlessly subdue Lou Baoqiu, amazed by how Song Changming trained his ghostly physique, making him far stronger than their green-eyed corpse puppets.
Indeed, among them, there was a significant disparity in strength between the green-eyed corpse puppets.
Lou Baoqiu’s accompanying green-eyed puppets were at least two tiers stronger than his previous ones!
Yet even facing Song Changming, Lou Baoqiu’s green-eyed puppets still could not prevail against Song Changming to protect Lou Baoqiu, the corpse refiner.
Evidently, Song Changming’s power surpassed expectations.
No wonder he dared act so boldly, even knowing Lou Baoqiu’s identity and background, he still dared to seize him.
"Sir, I’m the descendant of Elder Lou in Lou Town of the Corpse Refining Sect. You can have whatever you want, but if you kill , my father won’t let it rest," Lou Baoqiu cautiously threatened.
"Save your breath, don’t resist, and you won’t die for now," Song Changming remained unmoved, enveloping everyone along with the corpse puppets in innate qi aura, directly soaring away.
This place was too close to the Corpse Refining Sect. He needed to go farther to handle this matter without unexpected complications.
Two days later, on a deserted mountain wild in so place on Cui Bai Dao.
Song Changming annihilated all other corpse puppets of Lou Baoqiu, leaving only those two green-eyed puppets.
"Release the control over them," Song Changming instructed Lou Baoqiu.
Lou Baoqiu hesitated; once he released control over the last two corpse puppets, he’d be completely defenseless.
Song Changming didn’t want to waste ti, flicking a finger as innate qi aura instantly pierced through Lou Baoqiu’s chest, narrowly missing the heart.
Lou Baoqiu felt a heavy blow, his face contorted, unsure whether due to pain or excessive shock.
"Do you think I dare not kill you?" Song Changming raised his finger to Lou Baoqiu’s forehead.
"No, no, you’ve misunderstood!" Lou Baoqiu hastily complied, retracting his spiritual power, relinquishing control over the two corpse puppets.
Though his connection with the two corpse puppets remained, unable to entirely break control, as long as his spiritual power refrained from affecting the corpse puppets, their latent self-awareness would revive.
"Chang, Changming..."
In just the mont Lou Baoqiu complied, Song Changming heard a hoarse murmuring, as if eager and long-awaited.
Song Changming felt a shiver throughout, his heart seemingly skipped a beat.
He couldn’t recall when his emotions had last fluctuated so intensely.
He turned toward the two corpse puppets.
The original green glint in their eyes seed to fade slightly, their faces remained stiff, unable to express anything, lifeless, but Song Changming could sense the subtle changes in the corpse puppets.
"Brother?" Song Changming stepped closer.
"It’s really... you." The other puppet seed a bit incredulous.
Just as Song Changming imdiately recognized them as his brothers, they too recognized the adult Song Changming.
That blood bond connecting them was still intact, unbroken between life and death.
"To speak to them again, to my brothers, is truly... wonderful," Song Changming murmured, a hint of a smile on his face.
All his prior efforts felt worthwhile.
"Chang, Changming has grown up..." The voice of his elder brother, Song Changping, flowed more smoothly, revealing excitent.
"Changming, how are you here, am I dreaming?" His second brother, Song Chang’an, still found it hard to believe.
Their self-awareness trapped within the corpse puppets felt eternal imrsion in deep waters, never touching daylight.
During this period, they occasionally glimpsed the outside world through the puppets’ vision, yet were mostly stuck in endless slumber until the day their divine soul and consciousness completely dissipated.
anwhile, they dread as they did in life, often revisiting the past, returning ho, eting their parents, their sister, and Changming.
Yet awakening always left them with nothing.
Decades went by until today, Song Changming’s appearance, no longer rely a dream, naturally stirred excitent.
"How is ho... is it well?" Song Changping suddenly asked.
Song Changming paused in silence before replying, "Much has happened..."
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