Chương 1037: Chapter 319_3

However, before he could ponder further, he saw a head bathed in silver-grey light with closed eyes and golden blood streaming from the corners, slowly floating up.

Desolate and lonely, the face was stunningly beautiful, yet there was an indescribable eeriness to it.

Leonard Churchill had seen the soul of the Weeping Angel and recognized the head at a glance.

Now that there were no others, he didn't have to play dead anymore.

Leonard Churchill stood up directly and exhaled a turbid breath.

Elder Clinton also slyly opened one eye and, seeing that Leonard Churchill was unharmed, dared to sit up, muttering, "Eh... why has the curse disappeared?"

Then, seeing the floating head of the angel in the coffin, he exclaimed in surprise, "It actually doesn't attack you?"

Leonard Churchill also sighed with relief.

He had noticed this earlier.