"No problem." Gnava promised seriously.

Soon, they walked through the streets and alleys to reach their destination and saw a black temple with a white paper lantern hanging on each side.

"Hao Hall." Gnava, who had parked his bicycle, read the name on the horizontal plaque.

Jiang Baimian, who had never thought he would come again before, looked at it a few times, stretched out his left hand wearing latex gloves, and gently pushed open the black door.

That indescribable silence and fear appeared again in her heart.

After passing through the patio where the water tank was arranged, the white curtain was raised. Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and Gnava walked to the altar and stopped beside the dark coffin.

The lid of the coffin slid down aside, and the "sleeping god" inside, wearing white robe and long black hair, was directly revealed.

"It's so rude." Shang Jianyao made a condemnation voice.

When he left last time, he helped Yan Hu close the lid of the coffin.

This situation is obviously caused by the sect’s “fear of the bishop” Sigmund.

Jiang Baimian ignored this sentence and directly turned his eyes to the skinny and bone-headed "mummy" right wrist.

The branches and bracelets there are no longer visible.

"Sure enough..." Jiang Baimian breathed, turned his head to Gnava, "Search his body."

This is something that neither she nor Shang Jianyao could do, and Gnava would not be affected in theory.

Without hesitation, Gnava took two steps forward, poked out the silver-black palm with a metallic luster, and extended it to the "corpse" that had been dry for many years.
Chapter completed!