Silence!
Deathly silence!
Inside the Immortal Ruins Main Hall, Chen Yu moved swiftly, sweeping every treasure back into his Storage Ring in an instant and retreating far away. He watched warily as the Black-Robed Man's corpse sat bolt upright ahead of him...
Dead.
This guy was definitely dead!
After all, there was absolutely no way to put a living person into a Storage Ring. Anyone who could be stored inside one had to be stone-cold dead!
And yet... he had indeed sat up.
"He... he's alive?"
With something this bizarre suddenly happening in the silent, dimly lit Immortal Ruins, Chen Yu's heart pounded wildly. Had the Black-Robed Man done anything else after sitting bolt upright, he would already have fled the Immortal Ruins.
His brows knitted tightly as he studied the corpse for a while.
"No, that's not right."
"His face is deathly pale, without a trace of color, and his chest isn't rising or falling... dead. This bastard is definitely dead!"
"But... is he really dead?"
The Black-Robed Man remained seated without making another move. Chen Yu worked up his courage, took two steps closer, and looked carefully.
The Black-Robed Man's expression was stiff and rigid, utterly motionless, as though he had been sculpted from clay. There was not the slightest spark of life in his eyes. Chen Yu frowned and continued approaching.
Just then,
Suddenly!
The Black-Robed Man's eyes moved!
"Fuck (a kind of plant)!"
"Alive?!"
Chen Yu immediately retreated.
"No... he should be dead... right? Is he dead? No... he feels a little alive again. Like he's alive! Ah, no, no..."
Chen Yu stared at the Black-Robed Man in bewildered alarm, feeling as though he had heard those words somewhere before.
However,
There was no time to dwell on it.
The bizarre scene before him was downright