A faint voice, flowers bloomed in all colors.
As Arthur raised his palm, blossoms appeared at his feet, their delicate petals instantly dispersing the bleakness of early autumn, bringing everyone in the caravan back to the sense of spring with their rich fragrance.
But soon, the people in the caravan sensed that something was amiss!
Because—
Bones!
Below these flowers, bones were abundant.
Not a trace of flesh, just ghastly pale bones.
At a glance, there were dozens of them.
Even though the people of the caravan were experienced, they couldn't help but clench their teeth to keep from crying out in alarm.
It wasn't that their minds weren't sturdy enough; the contrast was just too stark.
A moment ago, it had been like a gentle spring breeze with an overflow of floral scents.
The next moment, it was a chilling scene of white bones, filled with death qi.
In an instant, everyone recalled the phrase Arthur had just spoken—
