Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 17: Fifteen, I can’t even remember how many times I’ve brushed you without any harm.

Chapter 17: Fifteen, I can't even remember how many times I've brushed you without any harm.

When Ulu opened his eyes again, the fear and pain-induced distortion on his face had vanished, replaced by... excitement.

For it was no longer Ulu who controlled this body, but Bai Wei.

After traversing for so many days, Bai Wei finally had a body he could control, not just a finger. He could now sense every part of the body and easily mobilize it, a function normal people take for granted, which Bai Wei had been without for quite some time.

Even with all his might, these past days he could only manage to stand, stand, stand, straighten up, straighten up, straighten up, like a gaunt figure reaching for the sky.

But now things were different; he possessed a whole body, albeit temporarily.

Yet, before he could feel joy for his new body, what arrived on the battlefield was a figure that had leaped high, with a wolf head already spreading its fangs in mid-air.

Bai Wei lifted his head to meet the gaze of the wolf head.

He was all too familiar with this scenario, utterly unafraid. When the wolf head lunged for his head, Bai Wei didn't dodge immediately but instead counted silently in his mind—one, two.

At the moment he was about to count to three, Bai Wei's body leaned slightly to the left, took a step, and narrowly dodged the wolf head's fangs.

With a "bang," the wolf head smashed into the floor, sending a big splash of wood chips and dust into the air.

Thus, Bai Wei, who appeared to be trapped in a desperate situation, escaped in an instant and now stood leisurely aside, watching his attacker who went from having the upper hand to looking somewhat in disarray.

"Biter Roger," Bai Wei drawled, "I shouldn't be mistaken, right?"

Biter Roger emerged from the dust, staring at Bai Wei intently, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

Bai Wei chuckled, "Well, I'm an old acquaintance of yours, but you probably don't recognize me."

An old acquaintance... they didn't know each other?

The statement sounded strange, but even stranger to Roger was Bai Wei himself.

This bar was a secret outpost of Esoteric Buddhism, never activated before today. It was only because Esoteric Buddhism learned of Visas's finger appearing here that they sent him, Roger, to this place, so his movements were supposed to be absolutely secret. But upon his arrival, he found Bai Wei and saw a corpse lying on a table; he didn't know whose body it was, but seeing it dressed in a Priest Robe, it must be a lackey of the Rhein Divine Sect.

So who was this guy?

Was it he who killed Rhein's priest? Then why throw him here? Was he here specifically, waiting for him?

Compared to the right hand that had transformed into a wolf's head, his foot seemed rather harmless.

And Bai Wei seemed to think the same as he did not pay much attention to the kick, focusing all his attention on Roger's right hand instead.

Success!

A moment of joy flashed in Roger's heart.

The next second, the wolf's head on Roger's right hand disappeared, reverting to a normal hand.

But the leg he kicked out at Bai Wei suddenly grew ferocious.

"Roar!"

His right leg turned into a wolf's head in an instant; with its gaping maw, it seemed inescapable at such close range!

Let me bite through your shoulder, and then see who you really are!

Roger screamed in his mind.

Then, he saw Bai Wei nonchalantly kick out a light-footed kick.

But this kick landed on Roger's right hand.

The very hand that was supporting his entire body, which was no longer transformed into a wolf's head.

Naturally, Roger lost his balance, and his entire body fell with a "thump," stirring up more dust and wood shavings than before.

...He had completely taken a nosedive.

Bai Wei, however, retreated to a safe position once more, still looking at ease.

Soon, Roger got up, staring fiercely at Bai Wei: "Who exactly are you?! Why do you know me so well?!"

"I find it difficult to explain this to you," Bai Wei shrugged, "but I do indeed know you very well because I've lost count of how many times this guy has been brushed aside by me without a scratch."

Roger: "?"