You All Have the Surname Lin, Don't You? Which Generation Descendant of His Are You?

Xu Shiqi gathered in his emotions, looked up in confusion, and immediately reached up to rub his eyes.

The image had originally still been showing Jiang Qian and Leng Qiansha, but when it shifted to the situation in the huge pit, he discovered that Lin Heng, who had originally been dressed in white, had suddenly petrified.

It was as if his body had been wrapped in a layer of clay and dried in the sun, and he slowly walked toward the black door before the tomb.

One finger reached out tentatively, and at the point where it met the barrier, it could be seen clearly that one of his fingers vanished instantly before their eyes.

After that came his entire palm, his whole arm, then half his body. His stone-statue-like body kept letting out cracking sounds, but no miserable screams came through, as if he felt no pain at all.

The next second, in the blink of an eye, his entire person completely disappeared, as if he had been forcibly strangled into nothing.

The assembled court officials were stunned, and the Senior Sisters who had been watching from upstairs the entire time were also full of astonishment.

"Th-this... what is going on? What is Junior Brother doing!"

"A stone statue? Why would he petrify himself?" Duan Shuyun also failed to understand, but she was certain Lin Heng definitely had not died.

Meng Yutong rubbed her chin, and her eyes suddenly lit up. "Your Master understands now. This isn't some killing Formation at all?"

"(′?ω?) How could it not be? Even divine abilities could be strangled apart, and it's still not a killing Formation?"

Among them, Dummy knew the most about Formations, so she still had some say in this.

Jiang Yan was also rather at a loss and said, "Fellow