Black Corpse

The figure of the Deva Path walking in front suddenly came to a halt. His Rinnegan turned toward the mud off to the side ahead. Though it lacked the ability to see through things, Lin Chuan, who was not far behind him, had already seen everything clearly.

It was a black corpse—decayed and rotten. Its exposed skin, internal organs, bones, and everything else were all black, like ink so dense it could not dissolve, staining everything around it. Wisps of black qi continuously seeped from its body, merging into the mud, slowly accumulating and rising from the ground to become the dense black fog surrounding them.

The instant Lin Chuan saw this, he felt a wave of nausea. Could the strange black mist around them, which could not be blocked off with spiritual energy, be the corpse qi from such bodies?

"What is it?" Luo Yuxi asked with a frown.

Pein had suddenly stopped ahead, forcing everyone behind him to halt as well. Yet none of them sensed anything unusual here.

Only Bu Lianshi frowned slightly. She had not transmitted her senses to Lin Chuan earlier because they were simply too vague for her to pinpoint the problem. It was more like an intuition, an indescribable intuition.

She felt that someone was watching them!

"There is something strange here," the Deva Path said indifferently. His violet ripple-patterned eyes remained fixed on the mud, but he did not act rashly.

The corpse beneath the ground was about fifty meters away. Though Lin Chuan could see it, he did not sense any danger from it—apart from the black corpse qi that disgusted him!

After pondering for a moment, Pein said, "Wait here for a while!"

As his words fell, Pein slowly floated toward the place where the corpse lay. He moved very