The four little ones rapidly entered the Elder Ape's cave dwelling, and Mo Zhui, an "old Jianghu" who had blended in with Immortal Mountain, dueling wits and bravery with humans and beasts for ten thousand years, keenly smelled the stench of brain matter and blood.
As they searched further into the cave, indeed, they saw human skin wrapped around a skeleton on the ground.
"This person had their skullcap opened from the top, and had their essence energy and fresh blood all sucked away in one breath, killing them; otherwise, the skin wouldn't look like this, still so lifelike."
They were all Plant Spirits, accustomed to absorbing decaying organic matter for sustenance, so they felt no fear at all. Instead, they gathered around the skin to analyze the cause of death.
"Who killed him?" Jin Moxiang, still very naive, asked innocently.
"Do you even need to ask? It was definitely that old ape we saw earlier!" Mo Ying, the youngest and yet quite shrewd, replied.
"How do you know that?"
