In Yiluo's eyes, he really was a dead man. At the end of his life, he had fallen asleep here.
Moving as a dead thing, exercising as a dead thing—everything shortened the living's time. As their remaining lifespans grew shorter, they became more and more like dead things when they finally died.
In the end, they could even choose eternal sleep: not eating, drinking, moving, or thinking.
He had no idea how long he had slept. If someone hadn't awakened him with a Contained Object, he would have slept forever.
However, approaching zero was not the same as reaching zero. There were always some people who still had a few minutes left.
When they came to this cemetery and established themselves here, they naturally had not all been stuck at the final second.
The dying were not so bored. Those who still had a few minutes left simply did not bother about it.
Leaving those few minutes and entering eternal sleep directly was equivalent to leaving the Little Brotherhood a trace of vitality.
In the future, successors who mastered the earth element could awaken them from the cemetery and use those few minutes to accomplish certain things.
For example, if the Little Brotherhood's inheritance was severed, they could at least consult these "ancients."
Or, if they encountered a difficult enemy, they could have several more Assassin Masters help them fight.
The Assassin Masters who had been buried here because of the Side Effect were all still in their prime.
That was precisely why the Little Brotherhood had carried on for hundreds of years, growing stronger and never losing any of its techniques.
Mo Qiong and Master Gou stared in astonishment at the forest of gravestones, wondering, Could every one of them be an Assassin Master?
No wonder this man, despite