Chapter 619, Hard to Control

The next morning dawned.

I lay my thigh and arm aside,

Stretched lazily, and rolled out of bed.

Glancing at the figure on the bed, I muttered to myself, "Fairies sucking the soul from a man, indeed it's true."

After a quick wash, I continued my morning exercise.

As I passed by the Viscera Museum, I stopped in my tracks, then stepped back.

And walked straight in.

Inside the museum, the funeral priests were still busy with their tasks.

Seeing Fang Hao enter, they all bowed in salute.

"My lord."

"Hmm, how's the orc corpse that was sent over a couple of days ago?" Fang Hao asked.

Nelson had not yet returned, and only the Corpse Witch knew the ritual of conversion.

So Fang Hao worried that in this season, the corpse might rot or cause some contagious disease.