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"Qi Xiaomian," guessed, "Could it be that it's because of your Remains that you are able to act this way?"
Remains nodded and then shook his head. His jaw moved a few times as if he wanted to speak, but no words came out. The feeling of being unable to express himself was truly uncomfortable.
Finally, he sighed, turned his back on everyone, and returned to the corpse resting place. He pointed to a nearby spot and unearthed an ancient silver ring. Looking up at Silly Beast and then at Qi Xiaomian, he chose to wave at Qi Xiaomian and personally slipped the ring onto his finger.
"Master," Silly Beast approached cautiously, "What is that? I want to see." It stretched out its large paw, eager to wear it as well, thinking it would look even better.
Seeing that Remains ignored it, Silly Beast grew anxious. "Master, I like it! Can I have it?" After speaking, it shot a jealous glance at Qi Xiaomian, as if blaming him for stealing its master's attention.
Qi Xiaomian was puzzled by Remains' actions. Since the ring had been given, he accepted it without further question. Just as he was about to ask something else, Remains suddenly fell apart, scattering into pieces. A strong wind rose from the disassembled bones, sweeping Demon Bone towards Silly Beast while Remains himself vanished into the ring.
Once this was done, the surrounding Magic Breath began to stir. Part of it flowed into Qi Xiaomian's body, another part entered Silly Beast's body, and a very small portion lingered near the cliff base, seemingly intending to protect the small creatures that had sought refuge there.
The descent from the cliff had gone too smoothly; it took no more than half an hour. Although they found Huo Qi, many more mysteries remained.
Sang Qingxiao asked Qi Xiaomian, "Did Huo, Senior leave you with any instructions?"
"Does he look like he can talk?"
Sang Qingxiao called Old Vine over but her gaze fell on The Office of Censors instead. "Huh? You're not crying?"
Not only was The Office of Censors unscathed by Remains' presence, but now it was smiling at her.
"What did you see?" Sang Qingxiao inquired.
"My uncle smiled at me."
"Really?" Sang Qingxiao couldn't recall seeing those round holes on Remains before; perhaps the soul hidden within was smiling at Old Vine.
"What does your uncle look like?"
Tall, strong, and bearded, he looked neither old nor bad, and his smile was quite charming.
No wonder you aren't afraid; he just smiled at you, right? He even smiled at Buddha Treasure.
Is there anything else special about him?
His smile was slow, and there was a dullness in his eyes, almost vacant. In such cases, the Master at the temple once told me that it might be due to missing a few souls or spirits.
Sang Qingxiao suddenly understood; no wonder he nodded and shook his head. Silly Beast, stop howling and put away your master's remains.
Once we retrieve those lost souls and spirits of your master, he might still become a Demon Cultivator.
Tsk tsk, when he was alive, he was the God of Killing; as a demon, he would be the Demon King. If he entered the ghost realm, who knows what kind of earth-shattering events would unfold in the Underworld?
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