Gu Zhi squatted down, carefully examining the body. No wounds on the entire body, internal organs intact, only the life force shattered. The soul must have been destroyed by some soul-attacking Daoist technique. Furthermore, within his skin and bones, the chill is like ice and the Yin energy is heavy. Could he have fallen victim to some Yin ghost king?
Off to the side, Sheng Tong asked a question, "Wasn't he poisoned to death?"
"No."
"Really?"
Sheng Tong did not speak further, as if pondering something. Gu Zhi also harbored some unresolved doubts. It was already a marvel that this corpse lay naked in the jungle. The grass and vegetation beneath and around it did not show signs of being pressed down; instead, they grew crookedly and branched out to the sides, bypassing the corpse altogether.
Judging by its form, the corpse was like a stone, placed here before the vegetation grew, to the point that it guided the shape of the plants... Truly bizarre.
Just as he was wondering, he saw a snow-white palm touch the dead man's chest, rubbing it with much curiosity. "It looks like it's about to rot, but it's actually still very hard. Senior Sister Fan, want to feel it too?"
"Um, I think I'll pass."
In the gloomy jungle, the clear and delightful voices of two female cultivators laid down a bizarre and comical atmosphere. To do such a thing and say such words, there was only Ling Jiao. As for that other "Senior Sister Fan," she had nearly been led astray by her.
Distracted by her interruption, Gu Zhi stopped pondering and smiled as he explained, "This is the effect of Yin energy. Because it is overly chilly, corrosive matter struggles to survive. The flesh is merely being gradually eroded by the Yin