"What's going on? Why is it suddenly so cold?"
The moment the thought surfaced, Qian Qi felt the world spin.
The scene before him spun and flipped upside down, finally settling on an all-too-familiar headless corpse. A torrent of warm blood was gushing madly from the stump of its neck.
'Huh? That person looks so familiar... Wait, isn't that me?'
'So, I'm dead...'
THUD!
The headless corpse fell backward onto the ground, its shocking red blood mixing with the sand below until they were one.
Qi Yun bent down and, with practiced movements, felt around the waist of the still-warm corpse, deftly untying the blood-stained Storage Pouch.
This was a good habit he had developed in the Mirage Thousand Faces Realm.
Although most Outer Mansion Disciples were dirt poor,
there were always a few misers who had managed to save a little, hoarding Holy Essence in the hopes of buying something valuable.
Tugging open the man's Storage Pouch, Qi Yun squinted and took a look.
