Hearing Phili scream from the deck outside, Li Shaolin shot upright, threw on his black robe, and rushed out. Could those damned werewolves have appeared in broad daylight too?
At the same time, alerted by Phili's cry, Fody and Vallas had already armed themselves and stood at the bow.
When Li Shaolin arrived, he found the three of them staring dumbfoundedly at the shore, their faces filled with shock.
What happened?
When he turned to look, he too was stunned speechless.
The beach was littered with human corpses—men and women, young and old—but they all had one thing in common: they had died horribly and were completely naked. As the sea breeze blew, waves of bloody stench washed over them.
Those torn apart alive had likely been the work of the Abominations. The ones whose heads had been severed by blades had died at the hands of Skeleton Warriors. Some were charred black all over, having been struck by the Fire Skeletons' magic. It seemed they were the werewolves who had attacked their Pirate Ship last night!
What a sin! Li Shaolin felt somewhat guilty. They had only been ordinary villagers, yet he had slaughtered them all in a single night. But under those circumstances, he had had no choice but to act. Sigh!
Phili and the other two looked terrible. When they saw Li Shaolin, they each managed a stiff bow in greeting. It was understandable—human nature made it hard not to feel unsettled at the sight of so many corpses of their own kind.
"You three go back into the cabin first," Li Shaolin ordered.
After the three entered the cabin, black light flickered in Li Shaolin's hand, and the Book of the Dead appeared. With a point toward the corpses, the Clay Golem began absorbing them.
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