The corpse's eyes had already vanished, leaving behind only two pitch-black hollows.
Boss Luo reached out and gently swept his palm to the left. The corpses piled atop this body were softly lifted aside by an invisible force. His palm then swept to the right, and the corpses on the other side followed suit.
After being separated, the corpses were not piled up randomly. Instead, they even began to sort themselves bit by bit... or each find the parts that belonged to them.
Thus, the corpses hidden within this secret chamber began reassembling into their proper forms—but, of course, they were still corpses.
Only, they... they were no longer scattered, even though white bones remained white bones and dried corpses remained dried corpses.
They stood in two rows, their bodies supported by some force so they would not collapse... A ghostly glow began to spread through the secret chamber. Gradually, grayish-white mist emerged, but only in wisps—very faint wisps.
These were all failed vessels from the past, ultimately buried... or abandoned here.
Boss Luo easily sensed the traces of resentment emanating from their corpses, but most of them had nothing left except pure resentment. They no longer possessed even the slightest awareness.
Only the corpse before him, seated against the wall with its body buried among the many corpses, still retained something... It was resentment, but there was something else besides resentment.
It was like an ember about to be extinguished in a snowstorm. Yet someone... perhaps the corpse itself, was using its body and hands to carefully shelter that tiny flame amid the wind and snow.
It might go out soon. If Boss Luo had never come here... perhaps it would not have lasted long—half a day, several hours, perhaps even until the next second.
Thus, Boss Luo crouched