Inside the stone hall, cold icy power spread out everywhere. A flow of white dead aura turned out to be composed of devilish faces, wrapping around the stone pillars, which looked like those devils engraved on the stone pillars had just revived.

There were five oil lanterns mounted on the stone wall. The flames were shiny blue and dim, which brought other people a feeling that these flames could have died out at any time.

In front of the wall, at a dark gloomy corner, there was a figure standing lonely.

That person's eyes were glazed; his body was big with the dense miasmatic aura around, which was like a long-time dead corpse.

As soon as he had entered this stone house, Shi Yan couldn't help but frown. His soul consciousness diffused out but impossibly realized any living auras nor streams of souls.

There were no living humans.

That figure over there was actually a corpse with a pale face and stiffened limbs, served as a servant. It probably didn't have a high-leve