Resurrection

Wu Huo turned his head and said to Xuan Wei, "Do you remember our previous agreement? As long as I can complete the resurrection ritual, show me that seed."

Xuan Wei replied expressionlessly, "Yeah."

The blood of the slave dyed the entire stone bed. Faint streaks of light appeared on the patterns on the surface of the stone bed.

Wu Huo walked to the stone bed on the right and pressed a hand to the slave's forehead. "Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I'll free you soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the slave aged visibly.

His muscles quickly shriveled, his skin went slack, his hair turned snow-white, his eyes sunk, and his pupils turned cloudy.

After a while, the slave completely lost his life and became a thin and dried corpse.

The look of horror on his face was still there.

Without looking at him again, Wu Huo turned around and walked to the stone bed on the left. He pressed his hands on the top of the dead beast's head.