Who hid My Corpse! Chapter 746: 61: It Was Him

Chapter 746: Chapter 61: It Was Him

After listening, the shock on everyone’s faces gradually subsided, and the representatives also understood why the Prison Director had a slightly better attitude towards the Netherworld Envoy during the dayti eting.

This is the true fellow countryman.

“So can the Prison Director live again… co back to life?” The leading Guardian imdiately asked.

“Of course,” the Netherworld Envoy nodded slightly, revealing a decaying smile, “My master blesses souls, and souls cannot be killed.”

“Then how did the Prison Director…”

“His body suffered a huge impact, causing his soul to be scattered,” the Netherworld Envoy said, “But the Prison Director’s body and soul have been specially refined by my master of the Netherworld. He will eventually slowly recover, and the scattered soul will return to this body.”

Seeing that the Prison Director could “live” again, the Guardian breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly realized sothing and pursued further: “How long will this process take?”

“About a week.”

The Guardian’s recently relaxed brows imdiately furrowed again, then he looked at Isaiah, who had been silent for a long ti.

A week?

If we wait another week, wouldn’t that allow this guy to be comfortable for another week?

Without the Prison Director, the others couldn’t forcefully use Heavenly Voice Obedience under pressure. Moreover, if what he said was true and there was soone else responsible for the touch on the Prison Director…

The Guardian asked again, “Can you speed up this process?”

The Netherworld Envoy once again showed a decaying smile: “Of course, I can use Summoning to return his soul right now.”

Guardian: “…”

“Haha, don’t look at like that,” the Netherworld Envoy said, “The Summoning Spell carries risks because it cannot precisely focus on an individual soul.”

“What do you an?”

“For example, if there are two people dead in a village at the sa ti, the soul summoned back by the Summoning Spell could be either of them, or even a fragnted entity of two intertwining souls,” the Netherworld Envoy explained, “So it’s generally only used when it can be ensured there’s only one death.”

The Guardian imdiately breathed a sigh of relief, then said, “Rest assured, tonight only the Prison Director has ‘died.’

“Are you sure?”

“Sure.”

“Then there’s no problem.”

The Netherworld Envoy stepped forward and placed his hand on the Prison Director’s half body.

Imdiately, a peculiar magic power surged, and everyone present saw a pair of ghostly green phantom hands erge from the Prison Director’s body, gently swaying in the air.

The large hands seed to collect dandelions, grabbing piece after piece of soul fragnts and stuffing them into the Prison Director’s body.

And the Prison Director began to “live” again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene was equally shockingly overwhelming, with only Isaiah frowning tightly.

Technically speaking, the Prison Director’s awakening is good news for him, as it could also clear him of suspicion. After all, there’s no more effective way to trace the perpetrator than having the victim personally identify them.

But for so reason, Isaiah’s heart was still filled with unease.

Finally, the Prison Director opened his abyssal eyes.

“Prison Director!” The Guardian imdiately stepped forward, “Are you feeling better?”

The Prison Director nodded, but his movents were very sluggish, clearly not having fully recovered yet, but the Guardian was already impatient.

“Who attacked you?” the Guardian asked in a low voice.

The Prison Director slowly blinked his eyes, then under everyone’s gaze, he gradually raised his chain-bound hand.

Amidst the jarring sound of tal friction, everyone saw the hand pointing at… Isaiah.

“It’s him.”

Bai Wei said.