644: Became bald

As if sensing Shen Bei's gaze, Little Devil Buddha slowly opened his eyes and met Shen Bei's.

Shen Bei didn't speak, he pointed to the corpse under the rags, then wiped his face.

Little Devil Buddha was a little confused, what did that mean?

In just one breath, Little Devil Buddha's expression suddenly changed, his eyes flickering with both suspicion and a hint of realization.

"Dao Ji, do you still have Black Blood Paste? Share some with me." Little Devil Buddha pondered for a moment, then immediately let out a low shout.

"You wait a moment, let me kill this pretty boy first!" Blood Depletion Dao Consort, in the midst of battle, her face ferocious, shouted back without turning her head.

"Dao Ji, have you forgotten what you promised when we came out?" Little Devil Buddha shouted again.

Instantly, Blood Depletion Dao Consort's expression changed, she twisted her waist, and retreated from the battle.

This was something her Revered Master had specifically instructed when they left the Sect: at critical moments, she must listen to Little Devil Buddha. And along the way, Little Devil Buddha had only said this once, and the one time she didn't listen, she almost died.

"I only have a little Black Blood Paste left. I just changed Physical Body, and I still need to use it!" Blood Depletion Dao Consort's tone was extremely displeased, but her gaze held a hint of doubt as she looked at Little Devil Buddha.

Little Devil Buddha pointed to the corpse under the rags, then mimicked Shen Bei by wiping his face.

Blood Depletion Dao Consort didn't understand, but she obediently stopped fighting.

On the other side, without Blood Depletion Dao Consort, the mad dog, the three combatants slowly stopped, standing apart.

"Sect Master Ding, you should take this Fellow Daoist back. It must be hard to witness a fellow disciple's tragic death." Shen Bei pointed, then took out a piece of paper, wrote 'Faceless' on it, and showed it to them.

This was to ask the two Lantern Sect members if they had personally witnessed their fellow disciple's tragic death.

Ding Sanmou and Sect Leader Ding Dong exchanged glances, their expressions solemn, and both shook their heads at Shen Bei.

"If I had arrived earlier, I might have been able to save Ding Hui, but unfortunately I was a step late. By the time I arrived, he was already dead…" Ding Sanmou sighed, but a divine light flickered in his eyes, and the soul lamp on his shoulder swayed, its flame flaring up a bit.

He was answering Shen Bei's question: none of them had witnessed the moment of death, only the corpse.

As soon as he spoke, everyone understood. Shen Bei's conjecture was ninety-nine percent true.

They thought about how everyone had suspected each other, fought to the death, and almost suffered heavy losses.

The real Faceless Man, however, was pretending to be a corpse, lying there watching the show, waiting for everyone to be at low health before collecting their heads?

What the hell.

A group of people, their tempers flaring, silently surrounded the corpse.

Little Devil Buddha, severely injured, had just recuperated for a while and recovered some. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, one half of his face filled with hatred, the other half with rage. He was like a Devil Head who had lost his mind, wanting to cut off the enemy's head and use it as a wine cup.

Previously, when he accidentally glimpsed Bridal Gown, he had gouged out his own eyes, but that only caused temporary blindness, and it wasn't very difficult to recover.

However, entering the demonic Dao with Buddha bones, this was an almost irreversible process. It was easy to enter the demonic Dao with Buddha, but difficult to become Buddha from the demonic Dao.

From then on, the path he walked would be completely different, his Heart-Nature would also change, and all his past plans would turn into smoke.

Blood Depletion Dao Consort's Realm had fallen. Although her cultivation method did not significantly depend on whether the Physical Body was her own, there was still a limit to the number of times she could use the Corpse Dissolution and Possession method, even with her special cultivation.

Moreover, each time, it wasn't just a drop in Realm, but also a depletion of her potential, making the path ahead even more difficult.

Sect Leader Ding Dong had sacrificed his flesh and blood. The flesh and blood around his heart, which contained blood second only to his heart's essence, had all disappeared. Not only would it be extremely difficult for his flesh and blood to regenerate, but he also inexplicably gained a huge flaw.

Ding Sanmou had already entered old age, and had lost three hundred years of Lifespan out of nowhere. To recover it, he would need Heaven And Earth Treasures, or Longevity Pills refined from Heaven And Earth Treasures.

But with three hundred years of Lifespan lost, his Qi and blood, his vitality, and even his true essence, would all enter a state of aging and decline, just like an ordinary old man. His strength would also drop, and the possibility of further advancement would become even lower.

As for Duan Kong, he lost a Substitute Divine Statue. Such a treasure, no matter who held it, could be considered an extra life.

Especially the Substitute Divine Statue, which could even guard against some treacherous, hard-to-detect, and hard-to-defend malicious curses.

Such treasures were extremely rare even within the Li Tribe, and only a handful of powerful individuals had the ability to create them.

Every single person in the group had suffered heavy losses, how could they not hate?

Shen Bei merely pointed out his conjecture.

Sect Leader Ding Dong and Ding Sanmou only confirmed that they had not seen how their fellow disciple died, only his corpse, and they unhesitatingly treated the corpse as the Faceless Man.

The reason was here.

Even if they were wrong, the worst outcome would only be the destruction of their fellow disciple's corpse.

But if they were right, then they could seek revenge and settle grudges.

Regardless of right or wrong, at this moment, it concerned everyone's life and safety.

A group of people who had just been fighting to the death, and even now, were probably still wary of each other.

At this moment, after just an exchange of glances, they immediately and tacitly attacked simultaneously.

Sect Leader Ding Dong and Ding Sanmou stood east and west, holding their soul lamps. As the halos diffused, they intersected to transform the area around the corpse into a circular dirt path. As soon as one stepped onto the dirt path, they would fall into an infinite loop, unable to escape without breaking the secret technique.

Blood Depletion Dao Consort pressed her hands to the ground, blood flowing from her seven orifices, down her cheeks, into her arms, and into the earth. In an instant, the earth beneath the corpse seemed to be stained with fresh blood, emitting a pungent bloody smell.

One by one, blood-red hands, as if skinned, emerged from beneath the earth, lifting the rags. Many of the claws even pierced into the rags, tearing them into pieces.

"Boom!"

The rags exploded into fragments, and the corpse inside was held by the blood-red hands, completely motionless.

Everyone was slightly puzzled, had they guessed wrong?

Shen Bei was also a little bewildered.

Everyone was puzzled, but Blood Depletion Dao Consort, that unstable fellow, didn't care whether it was true or false.

Blood Depletion Dao Consort's eyes were boiling with malevolence, her face ferocious, and she let out a low shout.

The blood-red hands gripping the corpse suddenly exerted force, trying to tear the corpse apart.

If it was the Faceless Man, they would be able to test him.

But what if it wasn't?

She hadn't even considered the consequences of tearing apart a corpse.

However, when the blood-red hands exerted force, as if dismembering the corpse, trying to tear it apart.

They saw that the corpse's limbs were completely intact. Only the blood-red hand that had grabbed the corpse's hair made a tearing sound, pulling off most of the hair from the top of the corpse's head.

The area where the hair was lost was not bloody as expected.

There was only a bright, shiny, hairless scalp, even somewhat spotless…

Seeing this, everyone was startled.

Had they really guessed wrong?

Or perhaps, this Ding Hui had cultivated Body Cultivator methods during his lifetime?

"He cultivated Body Cultivator methods as a secondary practice during his lifetime…" Ding Sanmou sighed.

The poor fellow, even after death, was forcibly made bald…

In this situation, everyone had no choice but to believe…