Half of its head was missing, and pale white brain matter was scattered on its face.
Its dried-up greenish-black body was in tatters. One could vaguely see the black organs inside through the broken bones and flesh.
The dark green eyes were wide open, and there was dead silence.
Xu Qi 'an did not sense any Qi movement in its body, which meant that the body in front of him was pure and without any magic.
The ancient corpse was dead. Although this description was a bit strange, it was indeed dead.
Xu Qi 'an's pupils shrank into pinhole as if they had encountered a strong light. His breathing also became rapid.
The first thought that came to his mind was:
The owner of the tomb had returned!
The moment this guess rose in his heart, fear surged uncontrollably.
Luo Yuheng's eyes glowed with a faint light, and with his cold and beautiful face, there was a kind of flirtatious beauty.
