Luo Fan lowered his head, shock and urgency showing on his face.
The tiny body in his arms was fading.
The first thing Luo Fan noticed was his own hand.
The palm of his right hand, which supported the infant Weird Bride, had originally been hidden beneath her tiny body. Now, he could faintly see it through her.
It was not the translucence of something illuminated by a powerful light. It was like an ink painting being washed away by water, its ink fading bit by bit as the texture of the paper beneath grew clearer.
He instinctively curled his fingers, trying to hold her firmly.
The moment his fingers closed, they grasped nothing.
His hand passed through her body as though through a puff of air.
It was not that he had gained X-ray vision.
Luo Fan abruptly raised his head and scanned the dense forest around him. The trunks were solid, the rocks were solid, and the dead leaves beneath his feet rustled when he stepped on them.
Only the Weird Bride in his arms was growing more transparent at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Her body began turning insubstantial at the edges.
First came her tiny fingers. The sheen on her nails vanished first, then her skin became translucent mist, the outlines of her bones faintly visible, before even those bones dissipated.
Her arms, her shoulders, and the two tiny fists curled against her chest all silently passed through the same process into nothingness.
On her wrinkled infant face, her tightly closed eyes flickered one last time, like the final wavering of a candle in the wind, before vanishing completely into the air.
Luo Fan's hands remained poised to hold her.
His arms were empty. Only a few fading gray trails wound twice between his