Xiao Yi's face was covered with a layer of frost, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
However, the grave where Little Lin's mother had been buried had now been dug open, and her body was exposed to the air.
Next to that grave,
a gaunt figure clad in yellow robes had his back turned to Xiao Yi and the others. Squatting on the ground, he was actually roasting meat. And that meat was alarmingly cut from Little Lin's mother's corpse, the faint aroma of cooked meat wafting into the air, tempting one's taste buds.
Xiao Yi's face darkened, "Who are you?"
He and Little Lin were as close as brothers.
Little Lin's mother was the same as an elder to him.
To have the bones of an elder dug out from their grave and their flesh cut and roasted, Xiao Yi wished he could immediately chop the man before him to pieces.
"Hm?"
