What had Qian Ying seen that made him suck in a sharp breath?
Zhou Zixing was also somewhat startled by Qian Ying's reaction and wanted to know what exactly Qian Ying had seen. However, he was overseeing the overall situation and could not go forward to look with him, which made him anxious for a moment.
"Elder Qian? Elder Qian?" Seeing that Qian Ying had not moved for quite some time, Zhou Zixing called out twice.
"Ah, oh!" Qian Ying finally responded. After letting out a long sigh, he slowly backed away and stood beside Zhou Zixing. "Elder Zhou, go take a look!"
Zhou Zixing found Qian Ying's expression especially strange, but judging from his movements, there should not have been any danger. He also wanted to know what had so shocked that Martial Artist. He gave Qian Ying a nod and signal, then slowly stepped forward.
When he reached the Martial Artist's side, his pupils widened slightly. He truly had not expected this person to be so bizarre.
Taking another step forward, he finally came in front of the Martial Artist.
The Martial Artist stood there with his entire body upright, but his arms hung limply at his sides, completely powerless and drooping slackly.
The Martial Artist's head tilted slightly forward, his chin propped up by a stick so that he could remain standing motionless. What felt even more bizarre was the man's expression. His eyes were wide open, the whites bloodshot and reddish, yet the corners of his mouth were turned upward in a strange smile.
Seeing such an expression at night would absolutely terrify anyone. But Zhou Zixing was a Xiantian Martial Artist and had seen plenty of dead people, so he was naturally not frightened. Still, the Martial Artist's expression made people uncomfortable just looking at