The word "Xurui" is engraved on it, presumably it was the deceased's Buddhist name during his lifetime.

The robe fell to the ground and was buried deep in the mud.

Not a drop of flesh, bones, and soul remains.

"It is indeed them."

The lingering smell of corpses here has not yet dissipated. Hua Ling frowned with disgust. As if to remove himself from the dirty smell, he flashed to the sky a hundred meters away and cast one after another on himself.

Several times of ultra-level purification.

The skirt is obviously very clean, and the fragrance of sunset flowers on her body is still refreshing.

But she is constantly using excessive "power of divine consciousness", using "water spiritual power" transformed from "flower spiritual power", and even using the extremely precious "Huan Yue Divine Power", over and over again

Washing myself, over and over again...

It's like I'm escaping from something.

——

"elder sister……"

Ping Yi inside her body silently observed everything about her, and sighed quietly in her heart.

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Chapter completed!