Wreckage

Just as Lin Yu had guessed, the inside of the carriage was covered in talismans.

Densely packed sheets of yellow paper covered the carriage walls, like a layer of hardened fat sealing the surface of rich broth.

Between the yellow papers, their talismanic symbols painted in cinnabar, chains resembling neuronal synapses extended outward, winding around the "human left arm" suspended in the very center of the carriage.

Rather than a "left arm," it would be more accurate to call it a partial body attached to a left arm.

It was a torso with the entire left shoulder, most of the chest, and half the lower abdomen still attached. Judging from the muscle tissue and bone structure, it had seemingly once belonged to a robust, well-muscled adult male.

There were two severed wounds on the partial body. One extended between the abdominal cavity and the ribs, while the other came down diagonally from the shoulder, cleaving away the part connected to the right chest and neck.

It looked as though someone had cleanly cut it apart with two blades in a complete kasaya slash.

The skin of the partial body was also bluish-gray, with a texture that even resembled stone carving.

Looking through the severed cross-sections, its internal organs, bones, and blood vessels were all grayish-white as well, the color of things that had lost their vitality.

Yet judging from Li Nian's "ability," or from the perspective of the "Death game"... this thing really was alive.

Lin Yu trusted the Death game's judgment.

So the question was...

"Why is this thing alive?"

Lin Yu muttered.

Li Nian was equally puzzled for the same reason.

"So... could this thing only look like half a human corpse, while actually being some kind of special demon or rare life-form from the Prison Mountain Realm,