Shadow

The belated doctor did not come in handy. All he did was remind the chief of the camp to burn the body as soon as possible because the old monk's death was somewhat abnormal.

Indeed, Fayan was like a lamp that had run out of oil, his thin body as skinny as a skeleton. Kumie and several others were so scared out of their minds by the sight that they ran out of the tent and chanted sutras, regretting that they hadn't obediently left earlier.

The monks, who didn't remember that they had lost consciousness for a moment, were under the impression that Fayan's appearance had changed in the blink of an eye.

Xu Yanwei was also scared, as she dragged Shangguan Ru away while running away.

As night fell, a deep Sanskrit chant came from the big tent. Shangguan Ru liked the sound but could not calm the confusion in her mind. She began to doubt whether she had really understood Fayan's last request.