Luo Bin took several steps forward to the offering table and studied the three portraits more closely, his eyelids twitching again.
They were indeed not Zhou Sanming.
But the three portraits depicted an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man respectively.
How closely did that resemble Zhou Sanming's methods?
A coincidence?
Luo Bin felt that was impossible.
He instinctively glanced down, and his expression changed again.
The offerings on the table made his breath catch.
Several bare bones, a stack of sliced-off skin, and a face laid on a round platter.
A face riddled with holes.
Luo Bin stiffened again, staring fixedly at that face.
The holes were clearly wounds left by a sword!
Was this also the Thunder-Peace Patriarch?!
But... the Thunder-Peace Patriarch's body was clearly in the coffin.
How could there be another face here?
"This is downright ghostly, Little Luo," Fourth Master Gray squeaked weakly.
Luo Bin's eyelids kept twitching, and his heart beat faster.
"Who peeled his face off and brought it up here as an offering so quickly...? This skin and these bones..." Fourth Master Gray kept squeaking. His voice grew weaker, yet carried an intense longing. "They smell so good..."
Luo Bin said nothing. His gaze never shifted.
Suppressing his racing heartbeat, he swiftly began to rewind what he had seen.
The "Thunder-Peace Patriarch" in the coffin appeared before his eyes again. As that memory replayed over and over, more details of the face were etched into Luo Bin's mind.
In fact, the two faces were completely different. They bore no resemblance apart from their wounds.
"There are three people enshrined here, and this used to be the Heavenly Longevity Taoist Abbey. Does this place eat people? Zhou Sanming eats people too, and he has three lives. Did he come here? Or