Twisting and turning all along the way.
The whole half day.
In Liang Qu's view, under Ling Xuan's somewhat mysterious "rituals," the three finally found the bandit corpses at the mass grave and dug them out from the dirt.
Rotting pus-yellow liquid oozed out, a stench assailing them.
"Ugh."
His back was pressed against Long Eying's chest, his stomach twitching a bit, Liang Qu quickly turned to hug and comfort her, patting her back.
Fortunately, he wasn't in human form, so he couldn't smell anything.
Ling Xuan put on gloves, unflinching: "Last year during the festival, an ordinary person's flesh liquefies in half a year to a year, and it takes one to three years to completely turn to bones. Yet in the harsh heat of Qin State, it only takes two to four months. However, the martial master's body is far more robust, resisting decay better. This person's prowess was like that of a Galloping Horse, just at the halfway mark of liquidification. It is still relatively intact.
