Water crashed against the stone walls, and the rushing roar filling his ears seemed to turn into the skeleton's sinister laughter.
Creepy as hell.
The space was far too cramped, barely two or three square meters. Once inside, he was practically face-to-face with the skull.
Liang Qu crouched down. He saw no written information, only that these white bones gleamed like jade and clearly had not belonged to an ordinary person. Every bone in the body had been broken, so this had definitely not been a natural death.
Who knew how long it had been dead.
Ordinary people would likely turn to bare bones within three hundred days of death, faster in a damp environment. But Martial Artists were not Ordinary People. Liang Qu had never seen any system discussing decomposition times at different realms, so he had nothing to compare it against.
The Heavenly Water Centipede swam to a thick leg bone and crawled out through one of its hollow openings.
"You mean what you ate was the stuff inside the bones?"
Liang Qu picked up a leg bone. Its interior was completely empty, and he suddenly realized.
The corpse had already rotted away before Awei arrived, along with the ligaments between the bones. The vines had kept the skeleton from falling apart, and Awei had only eaten some powdery matter from inside the bones.
Perhaps it feared Liang Qu would leave, or perhaps his intrusion had disturbed the delicate balance between the vines and the skeleton. The skull that had been hanging from the vines suddenly dropped, scattering the entire skeleton and revealing the rock wall behind it.
By the faint light, Liang Qu spotted writing beneath the vines at a glance. Most of it was too blurred to make out, but a small portion remained legible.
"I