Looking up, behind the monk stood hundreds, perhaps thousands, of headless bodies in a vast open space. The bodies were lined up tightly against one another, facing the direction of Yang Xiao. They spread out so densely that it was impossible to see where they ended. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and there was complete silence all around.
Yang Xiao's breathing stopped; he stood there rigidly as the headless bodies in front of him were oddly familiar. They seemed to be the wandering villagers he had encountered on the way to the village.
The monk squatting on the ground suddenly moved, and only then did Yang Xiao realize the abnormality of the monk's body. Although he appeared to be facing away, the tips of his shoes were pointed directly at him. His upper and lower body were twisted in such a way as if an unknown force had turned him 180 degrees.