"...Indeed, very strange..."
Xi Chu murmured to himself.
Li Changqing, however, walked up to the bed, furrowed his brows, and picked up the paper swallow that lay there.
An ordinary-looking paper swallow, its shape no different from the previous ones they had encountered.
"His soul has disintegrated."
Senior Huaiyue Monk brought his palms together and chanted a Buddhist invocation.
No one was surprised; those who were killed by that "Swallow" all had their souls obliterated along with their bodies.
Nor could any Divination sect techniques be used to divine information about the person.
Holding the blood-stained paper crane in his hand, Li Changqing remained silent for a long while before turning to the others and saying,
"Let's first put our full effort into investigating whether this Yang Cunguo has done any misdeeds in secret."
That "Swallow" could not be investigated.