C270 peach wood power (2/2)

It was hard to imagine that most of these things had not rotted away yet, or even dried up by the wind.

There was no way for science to explain this, and it could only be attributed to the evil aura of this place.

All of these things could trigger the effects of this body. In this place, those who could not do so could change the destiny of others.

Of course, this poor person that was treated as a material would never be able to reincarnate. According to Tang Rou's friend, if the layout of this place hadn't been discovered in the past year and a half, then there would be no way to change it. And those who had done so would be able to succeed.

Maybe there was a way for me and Tang Rou to destroy this evil plan.

Those messy things were all dug out, and I didn't dare to casually touch them. I only tried my best to continue digging the lime without damaging the corpse.

The lime was made of some special material and wrapped around the body. However, aside from the tattered clothes on the surface, the corpse was still the same man it had been when it was alive.

However, my body was so cold that I didn't dare to touch it with my hands. I could only place a few yellow talismans on my arm and pick them with a wooden stick.

The corpse was as hard as ice.

At first, I thought that the man's body was definitely beheaded, but when I reached my shoulder, I realized that the reason why the head wasn't in the shape of a concrete floor was because the man was wearing a mask, just like when he was singing.

When I was about to reach out to touch her cheek, I suddenly felt a dangerous aura rapidly approaching me. I hurriedly and forcefully stopped my movement. At this time, Tang Rou had already stopped her chopping motion.

”There seems to be something wrong with this thing.”

Indeed, although this mask looked like the mask from the previous stage, I felt exceptionally nervous. The Raksha Mark on my chest once again gave off a scorching feeling.

Tang Rou immediately increased the speed at which she cut the wood shavings. Then, she grabbed a handful and sprinkled it onto the mask.

Sure enough, a large amount of black smoke rose from the mask. This was an extremely pure demonic energy, and it was much more vicious than the ordinary music.

I hurriedly took two steps back. As the sawdust continuously scattered onto the mask, I discovered that the color of the mask was gradually fading. Moreover, in less than a minute, the mask miraculously disappeared completely.

It should be the face of a man, but it was very pretty.