He saw the carcass of the centipede melting after it died, wriggling strangely on the red meadow. Very soon, the carcass of the centipede melted and disappeared right before Su Ming’s eyes as if it was absorbed into the meadow.
Su Ming was shocked when he saw this. Yet he did not feel any danger coming from the area. In fact, there was a warm and comfortable feeling radiating off it. He even had the feeling that this area of 100 feet completely belonged to him.
That feeling was not distinct, but it made Su Ming feel very safe.
He fell into silence and sat down cross-legged. His eyes fell on the unconscious He Feng. That person may be on the meadow, but there were no signs of him melting.
‘Could it be that it only melts dead beings?’
Su Ming stroked his chin and the image of the masked man appeared in his mind.