Three Left Path Magicians looked ahead.
This place was now a desolate wilderness. The bandits who had died two days ago remained unburied, their bodies torn open by wild beasts, some already darkening slightly with decay.
Even from a distance, the stench of death assaulted their noses.
The trio exchanged a glance, and the black-clad crone stepped forward, pried open the eyelids of a corpse to take a look, then turned her head and said hoarsely, "Find some black cloth to block the light; the old woman will ask him."
Talk to the dead?
The bandits felt a chill in their hearts and looked at each other.
"What are you standing there for?"
Yuan Zhetian frowned and scolded, "We can still kill when alive, what's there to fear from the dead? Go, find a piece of black cloth to cover it."
"A true man!"
