636. Tribute

It was only when Lu Ban brought it up that Stone and Xiya suddenly remembered the matter.

Since this was Browning's funeral, where was his body?

Even if summoning the soul was real, shouldn't the ritual have to begin with his corpse?

Why had they kept overlooking this matter?

Stone felt that some sort of supernatural force might have interfered with and affected their cognition. He stood up, feeling as though his brain were bound by something viscous and murky. The electrical signals in the folds of his brain struggled to spread, as if someone had struck him with a heavy blow to the head, leaving him dazed and muddled.

Once he had steadied himself, Stone was certain that this was the result of some supernatural cognitive tampering imposed upon him being gradually dispelled.

It was like the world seen by someone who had gotten drunk. Although their eyes understood what they were looking at, all sorts of thoughts would appear in their mind. They might be unable to call a familiar person by name, and instead hug a stranger and burst into tears.

However, this cognitive tampering concerned something that seemed rather insignificant, to the point that they had not noticed it at all.

In everyone's understanding, Browning had long since been dead. Investigating his corpse was unimportant; what mattered was finding the Soul Artifact or legacy Daoist He Ming had left behind here.

But was it really unimportant?

Browning had maintained a youthful appearance right up until his death. What condition his body was in after death, and whether it concealed any secrets, was crucial to the progress of the mission.

Yet the three of them had subconsciously overlooked Browning's corpse. Even Browning's children had failed to notice it.

At first glance, such a thing seemed to have