Ye Hua opened the treasure chest. Inside lay a letter.
She froze for a moment, then took the letter from the chest. The instant she touched it, she already learned its properties.
[Letter of Mourning for the Dead] Write a memorial elegy for the deceased. After use, gain the deceased's gift for three hours each day, receiving a boost equal to the deceased's strength in life.
"What does this letter do?" Hua Di leaned closer and asked.
She had already revealed her own ability, so naturally she was curious what abilities Ye Hua and the others would obtain.
"This is rather formidable." Ye Hua looked at the letter, her expression complicated.
The Letter of Mourning for the Dead was indeed terrifying. With it, she could directly obtain the full strength of a dead powerhouse. Though it only lasted three hours, three hours were already enough to accomplish many things.
But that was precisely where the problem lay.
The powerhouses she knew of were limited by factors such as their strength and horizons. She herself was not certain whether they were truly powerful.
It was like how, after some people died, countless others exaggerated their strength and deliberately magnified their achievements, when in truth they had never been that formidable.
After she explained the Letter of Mourning for the Dead's ability to the three of them, Feng Wu immediately said he was powerless to help. Feng Wu had it even worse than she did; his original world had no supernatural elements at all, so naturally he could not have known any powerhouses.
In the end, everyone could only turn their eyes to Ou Zhizi. It could be said that along the way, Ou Zhizi had been the most useful person. Without Ou Zhizi's knowledge and strength, clearing the trial