The mountainsides were littered with more skeletons than before, not just bones—Song Yin also saw desiccated black bloodstains connecting to a humanoid skeleton with no lower half, carelessly tossed aside.
It seemed that someone had dragged the bisected person up here and dumped them...
Song Yin's face grew darker and darker until, upon cresting the hill, his anger could no longer be contained. White Qi burst forth from his body, creating a circle-shaped depression in the surrounding ground.
"Master, Big Senior Brother..." Zhang Fei Xuan swallowed hard, his calves trembling.
Song Yin did not respond, but simply stared at the expanse of white crowning the hilltop.
