If Lu Xiaotian hadn't knocked the blow slightly off course, it would have been enough to scatter the black-robed skeleton's soul.
Even so, after suffering one injury after another, the black-robed skeleton was now at the end of its strength. Seeing that Lu Xiaotian and the others had already subdued the old monster of the Exterminating Yin Corpse, the black-robed skeleton had silently left. It had come here alone, and now its injuries were acting up, leaving it weaker by the moment.
The wide black robe billowed in the wind as the black-robed skeleton curled up, arms wrapped around its knees and chin resting on them. It endured the pain inside without so much as a groan. Its hollow eye sockets stared blankly at the marsh. The desolate marsh, dotted here and there with a shallow patch of water, held a few wisps of grass. There was little to see—far less than the verdant grass along the bank and the scattered purple and yellow flowers.
But to the black-robed skeleton, there seemed to be something in that marsh that the shore did not have.
Suddenly, a long, narrow shadow fell across the ground beside the black-robed skeleton.
The black-robed skeleton reached out to touch the shadow gently. But halfway there, its courage seemed to desert it completely, and its hand jerked back as if shocked.
Looking at the thin shoulders beneath the broad black robe, Lu Xiaotian asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Junior Sister Su, is that you?"
The black-robed skeleton stiffened but did not turn around.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you before. Are your injuries serious?" Lu Xiaotian let out a long sigh. He remembered receiving a letter by bone arrow just before entering the Blood-Colored Forbidden Land. At the time, he had wondered who