Stepping over the warden's mutilated corpse, Lin Sanjiu swaggered to the underground shrine's entrance. Ji Shanqing quickly followed after; his body ached. When they almost reached the stairways, the woman walking in front of him suddenly stopped.
Lin Sanjiu's clothing was soaked, sticking to her body. She smelled like rotten meat. She lowered her head and took a sniff. Then, she took her tank top off, wiped her face with it, crumpled it up and tossed it aside.
After that, she raised her head, taking in Deva's idols in the surrounding.
The idols looked as though they had blended into the dark. Their smiling faces that were painted white created a stark contrast on the black. She had no idea how, but one thing was for sure, the Inhuman had done a great job carving those idols. The depictions of Deva were lifelike.
