At the last moment of the scene.
The pervasive purple mist.
It should be some kind of potent poison smoke.
Lin Yi closed his eyes, recalling the final instant.
The hand that slashed the throat.
The clothes and bracers on that hand didn't seem to match the clothing style of the people of Xia.
There was even a purple crescent imprint on it.
He opened his eyes again.
A hint of murderous intent emerged in Lin Yi's eyes.
Not sure if it's due to the aftereffects of the [Touch of Reincarnation], having experienced moments of others' lives, a rage had already formed in Lin Yi's chest, growing more and more intense.
Lin Yi gazed towards the horizon, looking down at the ground covered with wind and snow and littered with skeletons.
Poor Wuding River Bones, like dreamers in a lover's boudoir in spring.
For some reason, this poem came to Lin Yi's mind.
Since he had formed ties of cause and effect with these people, and from them obtained their attributes and a new passive skill.
