Purple Flower
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"I do not know if Jian Bu Gu's flower is still here." Han Sen looked at the broken walls and flew toward them. As he got closer to the broken walls, he noticed a person sitting next to them.
To be more accurate, it was a skeleton. It was a skeleton just like the ruins in that it was black and charred. The skeleton's legs were crossed. It was leaning against the wall. Its hand was in a weird position. One finger was pointing to the sky, and the others were all pointing to the ground.
Although the body had almost been charred into dust, it had an overbearing feeling that was exclusive to the sack of bones.
Han Sen said to himself, "Weird. To look at the shape of the bones, you would expect it was a human back when it was alive. I wonder why he died here. I did not hear about a human skeleton being here from Jian Bu Gu's description of the place."