Chapter 277: Who are You?

The White-robed Bodhisattva swayed towards Granny Hong, her garment of white pure and saintly unmatched, the chanting solemn and grand, a feat not achievable by a single person. It would require at least dozens, if not hundreds, to chant together. More eerie was the fact that one couldn't see the lips of the Great Bodhisattva moving at all.

But from Yang Xiao's perspective, there was no saintly and compassionate Bodhisattva in white, only a corpulent corpse, rotting and oozing pus. The corpse had no facial features, and instead was covered with mismatched and variably shaped mouths all over its body.

Each mouth moved ceaselessly, uttering abstruse scriptures that unsettled the listener, crowding their mind with chaotic images, as if they had committed unforgivable sins, and their death was the only redemption.