Looking at the corpse with its head restored, Lan Yan's face darkened. "The resentment is too deep. Ordinary ghost creatures can't kill it."

"Anyway, we've got the puzzle piece. Who cares how deep it is? Just run."

Qin Nuo turned and dashed towards the door, but the corpse suddenly leaped up, blocking their way.

With its head restored, the man spat out his tongue, glaring at the three with a face full of resentment, his terrifying visage covered in writhing veins.