The hairpin fell out of the palm of my hand and drifted unsteadily to one side.
Dongfang Yanran also opened her eyes, watched the hairpin fluttering, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over.
The hairpin swayed like catkins in the wind, heading straight in one direction.
Dongfang Yanran staggered and followed, but when she discovered that the hairpin was heading straight towards the bald corpse, her eyes were filled with shock and deep fear.
The corpse had been sitting there untouched, but the danger emanating from it was a hundred times more terrifying than the Xiantian Venerable she saw outside!
She once suspected that the monster that ate the Innate Master alive was this thing.
But after looking at Lu Fan who was motionless, she had no choice but to walk over.
The hairpin was suspended three feet above the corpse's head, without any movement.
Dongfang Yanran came to the corpse with trembling legs.
Looking closely, she suddenly realized that something was not right about the body.
The body is not naked.
Instead, the upper body was naked, and the lower body had been completely integrated into the soil. In addition, the light was dim and full of panic, so she mistakenly thought it was a naked demon corpse.
If you look carefully, Dongfang Yanran is even more shocked.
The corpse had indeed completely lost its vitality, and the chewing sound it made before did not come from him.
Moreover, around the neck of the corpse, there was a string of rosary beads that had completely lost its luster.
"Monk?"
Dongfang Yanran was stunned. She walked to the front of the corpse and looked directly at him for the first time.
Then I was surprised to find that the corpse was indeed that of a monk, and he looked extremely young, in his early twenties. There was no trace of any injuries on the body, and the corpse was well preserved, with smooth and shiny skin and eyes closed.
Instead of being able to directly feel the other person's loss of life, she even thought that the other person was meditating with his eyes closed, rather than having been dead for countless years.
"Why is there a monk here?"
Her eyes were filled with confusion as she watched the monk move up and down, crossing his knees and pinching his fingers, as if he was still twisting the spell before he died, as if he wanted to do something.
"Why did you bring me here?"
Dongfang Yanran's eyes were full of confusion. She carefully observed the deceased monk and was about to raise her head when she found that the monk had nothing but a string of beads around his neck.