Even though the voice was hoarse and vague, it might have called his name. Song Changming heard it clearly.
"Changming..."
The corpse puppet called again, this time its voice was more convinced and clearer.
Song Changming frowned, looking at the corpse puppet in front of him, the familiar feeling in his mind became stronger.
Meanwhile, Nan Chen Guang didn't care much, his longsword cut out a sword Qi, directly aiming at the corpse puppet.
Seeing that the corpse puppet was about to be killed by Nan Chen Guang, a wind attribute blade Qi traversed and collided with the azure sword Qi, intercepting it.
Nan Chen Guang squinted his eyes, looking at Song Changming who had made a move, a dangerous look appeared in his eyes.
"Wait." Song Changming spoke, glanced at him, and walked closer to the corpse puppet.
Perhaps because Song Changming had just saved him, or maybe he wanted to see what the corpse puppet would say, Nan Chen Guang temporarily held back his sword without attacking.
