Chen Yi walked carefully.

Because there were black and solidified blood stains all over the floor.

It's not because he's afraid of getting dirty, but the blood has condensed into a huge pattern.

Thick dark red bloodstains drew complex lines, forming a huge disk in the entire hall.

Decades later, all the monks had turned into withered bones, but a powerful aura was still faintly exuding from them.

Obviously, this is a magic circle.

Hundreds of pitch-black skeletons sit cross-legged on all sides.

Six dark gold skeletons sit in the middle.

That Ksitigarbha Buddha statue is the core of suppression.

And the physical relics of the barefoot monk...

Chen Yi followed the blood marks on the ground, avoiding the skeletons, and slowly walked to the last dark gold skeleton.

This skeleton is not sitting cross-legged like the others, but lying on the ground.

The cassock monk's clothes on his body were in tatters, and a hand bone protruded from it.

The index finger bone of the hand stretches out and falls to the ground.

A bloody streak ended abruptly at the fingertip.

It's like a person lying on the ground and drawing something on it with his fingers.

And this is also true.

Around him, there were bloodstains on the ground, but they were not the magic circle in the temple.
Chapter completed!