**Chapter 945: Vigorous**
Qiao Jiajin stared at the words the corpse had written for a long time, then looked up and asked in confusion, "Liar, which one of you two was actually teaching the other homework?"
"I..." Qi Xia found himself at a loss for words whenever he talked to Qiao Jiajin. "Neither of us is teaching the other. Someone must be trying to send me a message."
"Oh." Qiao Jiajin nodded. "How come this looks so much like that 'Ant' guy's way of sending messages from yesterday...?"
"It should be different," Qi Xia said. "Yesterday's 'Ant' had his own thoughts, but this corpse is clearly being controlled."
"Hey... she's stopped moving!" Qiao Jiajin exclaimed softly.
Qi Xia looked at the corpse after hearing this and saw that it had indeed stopped. Its hands were propped on the table, and the whole body seemed frozen.
"Hey!" Qiao Jiajin patted the corpse with some concern. "She's not dead, is she?"
After saying that, he felt something was off, so he corrected himself: "She's not dead again, is she?"
Qi Xia squinted and turned his head to look out the window. This matter really was worth scrutinizing. If someone went through all this trouble to send a message... why not just show up in person?
A corpse banging around inside the school building was only drawing more attention, wasn't it?
Before Qi Xia could figure it out, there was a *thud*, and the corpse in front of them seemed to lose all control, collapsing directly to the floor.
"Damn..." Qiao Jiajin quickly bent down and reached out to feel the woman's pulse. "I think she's really dead this time... dead for good."
Then footsteps sounded from outside the door, and Zhang Shan appeared with several members of Heaven's Mouth.
They happened to see a woman lying covered in blood, with Qiao Jiajin's hand on her neck.
"Uh..." Qiao Jiajin was speechless for a moment. He looked down at the situation, then up at the crowd at the door, and could only force a bitter smile. "I might really have had too much to drink today... If I say this lady was already dead when she came in, how many of you would believe me?"
"He didn't kill her," Qi Xia also spoke up. "Something happened."
"No kidding, I know that." Zhang Shan stepped forward to examine the corpse. After confirming it was the strange female corpse he'd seen at the door earlier, he let out a deep sigh.
"Did you chase her here?" Qi Xia asked.
"Yeah." Zhang Shan carefully examined the corpse but couldn't find anything unusual. "How the hell did this thing get in... I just can't figure it out."
"Is this the 'enemy attack'?" Qi Xia asked again.
Zhang Shan was uncertain after hearing that. "It bypassed me and charged into the school building at incredible speed. It sure looks like an enemy attack... Are you two okay?"
"No," Qiao Jiajin shook his head, then pointed at the corpse on the ground. "But she seems to have something..."
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**The Train.**
Tianzhu knelt on the ground, gasping for air. He was covered in blood, so much so that it was hard to tell where his wounds were.
In front of him, Qinglong stood expressionless, his robe spotless, only his hands stained with blood.
"Is that all you've got after a few rounds?" Qinglong asked, shaking his hands. "It seems even giving you this body is useless. Your lack of combat experience leaves you at my mercy."
"Do you think we're like you...?" Tianzhu said weakly. "We never wanted to use this body to slaughter others... How could we have accumulated 'combat experience'?"
"Still putting up a front," Qinglong laughed. "Even if all of you came at me together, even if I didn't use 'Soul-Snatcher,' what do you think your chances would be?"
Hearing this, Tianzhu gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He knew his time was indeed running out.
It was a pity that the *puppet's* mission had not been accomplished. His *Belief* had been nearly beaten out of him by Qinglong, and now the *puppet* had most likely lost its control.
"Get up... *puppet*," Tianzhu said silently in his heart. "Since I'm going to die anyway... I absolutely won't let Qinglong have an easy time of it."
Tianshe heard this and looked sideways. At this moment, he actually felt a bit of admiration for Tianzhu, who had been sleeping for decades.
His *heartfelt voice* was loud and clear, transmitting directly into Tianshe's ears.
Sure enough... only those who had been tempered by *reality* could display such a vigorous state.
If there was a chance, should he also go back to that *reality* and take a look?
"Tianshe, what is he thinking?" Qinglong asked.
Tianshe was startled. He looked up and was about to speak, but then remembered some kind of fear and quickly averted his eyes from Qinglong. His gaze began to waver again.
Having to constantly avoid everyone's line of sight... this feeling exhausted Tianshe to no end.
"He... he... he's thinking..."
Tianshe was tongue-tied for a long time. He knew that what was constantly circling in Tianzhu's mind right now was *to activate the puppet again*. But once Qinglong knew this thought, Tianzhu would have no more chance.
"Speak," Qinglong ordered coldly.
Tianshe paused for a few more seconds, then slowly opened his mouth: "He... wants to kill you..."
As soon as the words were spoken, both Tianzhu and Qinglong frowned simultaneously.
"Interesting..." Qinglong laughed with a twisted grin, his brows still furrowed. "With all these holes I've poked in you, you still have the will to fight. If I could, I'd let you live, but I've had my fun."
Tianzhu also let out a light laugh, and a silent "thank you" flew from his heart toward Tianshe's mind.
Under Tianshe's shocked gaze, Tianzhu pushed himself up from his knees and stood again. Knowing that someone was on his side—even if it was just a trivial bit of help—still restored a little of his *Belief*.
Tianzhu swung his right hand and punched toward Qinglong from a distance.
The right hand grew as it flew, expanding several times in half a second. The massive fist split the wind as it hurtled toward Qinglong.
Just as Qinglong was about to raise his hand to block, he was blinded by a flash of light that burst from the fist.
He felt a surge of numerous *Echoes* rush into his ears at the same time. It seemed Tianzhu was also going all in.
Under the intense light, Qinglong closed his eyes and swung his hand violently, actually managing to catch the astonishingly large fist.
*BAM!!*
"That's the limit of your killing moves," Qinglong laughed.
But only Tianshe knew that Tianzhu releasing all of his *Echoes* at once was precisely to cover up the *puppet*.
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Qiao Jiajin and Zhang Shan were crouched on the ground studying the corpse.
The next second, the corpse suddenly shot up from the ground with an eerie posture, like a puppet whose strings had been reconnected.
Neither of the big men expected the corpse to come back to life, and they both yelped as they fell back onto the ground.
"Holy crap!"
Zhang Shan considered himself quite brave, but with the corpse dying, coming back, then dying again, it was hard not to be spooked.
"Tattooed kid... d-don't be scared!" Zhang Shan poked Qiao Jiajin, then scrambled to his feet.
"Damn, when was I scared?" Qiao Jiajin also stood up immediately. "I just felt like sitting down all of a sudden. Don't yell like that, big guy."