Ning Xiaochuan, who had always adhered to "atheism," drew in a sharp breath as he looked at the blood-soaked person standing behind the tombstone. The person's body was almost pressed against the tombstone, his back caved in, exposing dried, rotten flesh and a broken spine. The fractured bones had turned a ghastly white.
He had once suffered a fatal wound. There was a hole the size of a bowl in his body, and he had clearly been dead for many years. It was impossible to tell whether a Ferocious Beast had clawed through him or some sharp weapon had pierced him.
Inside the huge hole in his body, the blood had already congealed, like red agate glimmering with light! Hurry and leave! If we stay here another moment, I feel like my heart will leap out of my chest. Murong Wushuang's face was flushed crimson as he kept making gestures at Ning Xiaochuan, anxiety churning in his heart.
Ning Xiaochuan also felt that this was far too bizarre. Since this corpse had crawled out of the grave on its own, perhaps it could come back to life at any moment.
Ning Xiaochuan stared at the corpse's right hand. Its five fingers were clenched tightly, as though they were gripping something. Murong Wushuang was nearly frantic, but Ning Xiaochuan walked toward the corpse instead. Profound Qi flowed from his palm and condensed into a Profound Qi Sword, which severed the corpse's right hand at the wrist.
Bang! The wrist fell to the ground.
Seeing that the corpse still had not awakened and remained completely motionless, Ning Xiaochuan finally let out a breath.
Ning Xiaochuan picked up the blood-soaked hand, then slung the unconscious Yu Qianqian over his shoulder. He quickly went around the tombstone and headed deeper into the cave.
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