"What?" Stunned by what she heard, Huoyan Liulan subconsciously glanced at Ma Zheng as if to catch a glimpse of a joking smile. This was a joke, right? A reasonable price? Bringing the dead back to life? This was a reasonable price?!
Han Yuhei and Ma Zheng's hearts thumped after Wei Wuyin agreed to Huoyan Liulan's condition. They both simultaneously sent their spiritual sense towards the cold, bereft of life, energy, and essence of a corpse in Huoyan Liulan's arms. They both sensed that Liao Shuyu was deader than dead. There wasn't a hint of any residual energy within her, nor her Mystic Soul was present. There was, however, a lingering aura of death coursing through the corpse.
Ba-dum.