The wind howled, bending the surrounding trees beneath its force.
Du Xianjun narrowed his eyes, studying the dead face with a grave expression. "The last time I came here to hide the Divine Sequence, I got curious and danced on the gravestones with some villagers... Don't look at me like that. I was just trying to fit in better."
"I think I saw this photograph on one of the gravestones."
Xu Ye nodded. Under Du Xianjun's terrified gaze, he absorbed the Aberrant's corpse with his tentacles, and the two headed to the graveyard together.
Graves old and new stood scattered in the torrential rain.
Du Xianjun was already soaked through. The rain struck his face like stones, stinging painfully. Holding his flashlight and squinting, he searched for quite a while before finally finding a rather dilapidated grave.
A photograph was attached to the front of the headstone. It looked exactly like the face. Apparently, she had been a young Buddhist nun.
This surprised Xu Ye a little.
In this world, all sorts of religions and faiths kept emerging, but Buddhism was almost unheard of. He hadn't expected a Buddhist nun to have come here to preach.
But how had she died here?
"Master Miaoyu. Judging by the age engraved here, she was only in her early twenties, and she died over a decade ago."
Since this was Little Greenhide's territory, Xu Ye worried that his heart's simulation function might be inaccurate. He hadn't initiated a single simulation since entering Evil Spirit Village.
At the moment, he wasn't in the mood for it, either.
Pressing his palms together, Xu Ye bowed respectfully. "Forgive me, Master Miaoyu."
Xu Ye put on the Red Veil, turned his body into spirit form, and slipped straight beneath Master Miaoyu's headstone. Yet there was no urn