The guide fell to his knees, praising the Buddhas. His eyes vacant, he kowtowed against the ground as the blood and vitality of the living rapidly drained from his body.
He grew cold and clammy.
Frost formed on his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and his clothes.
His vitality had never been particularly strong. He made his living through shady dealings, and his destiny was not resilient enough either.
After everything he had endured along the way, he had long since been down to his last breath.
When he heard that Sanskrit chant, he was the first to succumb. He knelt and chanted in Sanskrit, breathing out that final trace of life.
With no breath left, he naturally died.
Lin Feng reached out to pull him back, but Li Pusa caught his wrist.
When Lin Feng looked over, Li Pusa shook his head.
He mouthed, "There's no saving him."
Lin Feng withdrew his hand.
Like a puppet, the guide stiffly rose to his feet and joined the Skeleton Mages. He walked straight into their midst and knelt before the towering Skeleton Mage.
The cloth-draped palanquin stopped. As the wind stirred its curtains, the great Skeleton Mage inside stared at the guide.
After a while, his eyes turned toward the spot where Lin Feng and the others stood.
He saw nothing.
The warnings from Lin Feng's Sword Heart Clarity gradually intensified.
The crows overhead fluttered down as well, settling on the branches and turning their women's faces toward them.
The sight was indescribably sinister and terrifying.
As the guide approached, the surrounding Skeleton Mages parted, allowing him to reach the great Skeleton Mage.
The guide pressed his palms together and knelt devoutly, bowing his head to the ground.
The great Skeleton Mage opened his mouth. Looking at the devout guide