Beauty

The next second, the expressions on the Fatty's and Zi Gui's faces changed in an instant. Han Juanjuan hadn't moved, yet the prayer wheel in his hand was spinning like mad—counterclockwise!

The Fatty and Zi Gui both saw it clearly!

"It's you!" Zi Gui stared at Han Juanjuan's gloomy face. It took her a moment to recover before she asked in shock and fear, "You... where did you hide the real Han Juanjuan?!"

The Fatty grabbed Zi Gui and the stunned Shang Zuo and ran. He couldn't understand why they were still asking questions at a time like this. Where had the real Han Juanjuan been hidden? Where else could he be? Obviously in its stomach. It was such a simple question.

By now, "Han Juanjuan" had revealed his true form. His body kept growing until his clothes burst. More horrifying still, his skin stretched along with him. In places, it grew so thin it turned transparent, then finally split with a ripping sound. A gigantic, withered arm reached out from inside.

By now, Zi Gui understood too. Han Juanjuan had to be dead. This skin had been peeled off his body.

There had indeed been something strange about the snowman formation, and they hadn't made it through unscathed. Han Juanjuan had been left behind for good. After killing him, the Starving Ghost had disguised itself as him, infiltrated the group, and followed them all the way to the Saintess's Tomb.

Luckily, Mister Wang had discovered the secret of the stone and found the prayer wheel. Otherwise, if they'd been any later, everything would have been over by the time they opened the stone coffin.

The prayer wheel gave off a strange humming sound, as if it could suppress the Starving Ghost. It didn't come after them right away; its