"Lin Wudi, is it? I have to thank you..."
The Ghost Land Monster spoke again, but this time without the previous dullness, sounding like a normal person.
Lin Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh, you've actually recovered?"
The black smoke on the face of the Ghost Land Monster slowly dissipated, revealing a face that could be considered delicate.
"Five hundred and thirty thousand years... Ever since I devoured that Strange Treasure, I've been muddle-headed for five hundred thousand years. I never expected that there would be a day when I could regain my consciousness... I should thank you..."
The Ghost Land Monster's tone was calm, with no trace of gratitude detectable.
Lin Mu said indifferently, "It's just temporary stimulation. Soon, you will lose consciousness again, and as time goes on, it will become increasingly difficult to recover..."
