"There's an extra wooden statue in this place..."
Jiang Qiao was just about to speak when the corner of his eye suddenly caught Shi Fei's face.
Something was terribly wrong with his expression.
There was an indescribable sense of calmness.
As if he had laid down all his worries, or as if he had finally been able to rest after completing a long journey.
"Shi Fei?" Jiang Qiao called out.
There was no response.
Shi Fei stood where he was, staring straight ahead, his gaze fixed precisely on the wooden statue. His expression was peaceful, and the corners of his lips were even slightly raised, as though he were having a pleasant dream.
But Jiang Qiao realized it almost instantly.
He was dead!
With a thud, Shi Fei lost his balance and crashed heavily to the floor.
"What?"
Dragon Tiger Daoist, who had been warily watching the wooden statue, was dumbfounded as well.
He had been fine just moments ago. How had he suddenly died?
"What happened?"
Dragon Tiger Daoist hurried over and discovered that not only was Shi Fei dead, but his body had already gone completely cold.
What was more—
A faint stench of decay drifted from his corpse.
It was as though he had been dead for several days.
"Was he killed by that wooden statue?" Dragon Tiger Daoist found no wounds on Shi Fei's body, nor was there any trace of pain on his face. He looked utterly peaceful.
It was as if his consciousness had been pulled from his body in a single instant.
Leaving behind an empty shell.
"That's right." Jiang Qiao looked at Shi Fei's corpse, then at the wooden statue that still had not moved. "This thing looks extremely evil."
Who would have thought that Shi Fei had endured alone in the