Bab 831: 832 (Second Update)

It was June, yet there was a chill that seeped into every bone.

Passing by each corpse gave the eerie feeling that it would suddenly jump to life.

Mo Zhixuan stretched out his hand and grasped Chu Jin's, their fingers locked tightly, channeling a warm current from his body into hers.

Chu Jin had just given birth, her body had not fully recovered, and the last thing she needed at such a time was to deal with the dead.

However, with Mo Zhixuan by her side, no evil dared invade.

The elderly man led the two of them to a body and stopped.

Embroidered in black on the white face were the numbers "1444."

In front of the corpse's feet burned five sticks of incense, three long and two short.

"Nine Ye, Madame Nine, the body marked with 1444 is that of Xi He," the old man said respectfully.

Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly and reached out to lift the white cotton cloth that covered the body.

Moments later, the air revealed the body of a young woman.

This was indeed Xi He.