Beichuan Si paid no attention to the fallen bookshelves.
He walked straight to the side of the Shenzhu Family Head's corpse.
Nine years had passed, and the corpse had become desiccated, resembling dried jerky which seemed as if it could be easily torn apart with a light pull.
The shriveled body was covered in numerous knife marks.
It seemed the knife-wielding priestess had indeed mutilated the Shenzhu Family Head's corpse after his death.
Such a brutal and sadistic attitude...
Beichuan Si fell silent for a moment.
But he also gleaned some information.
The knife-wielding priestess was a product birthed by misfortune.
Although he still couldn't grasp the identity of the other party, seeing the actions of the Shenzhu Family Head before dying, he knew that the blooming of the Soul Summoning Flower must have a repressive, or even an expulsive effect on the knife-wielding priestess.
Beichuan Si reached out and searched around on the withered corpse.
