150: Chapter 150 Brother Xia, do you recognize this female corpse?

The actions of this white-haired female corpse left not only the Grey-robed Swordsman and Venerable Miaodi, who were standing nearby, stunned into speechlessness, but even Xia Jin was left completely dumbfounded.

Feeling the small, slightly warm hand, he froze by the side of the coffin, his eyes staring blankly at her, forgetting how to move next.

What is going on? This thing... how could she move?

It was clearly a corpse, so why did it still have consciousness? Why did it... grasp his hand?

He lowered his head, his gaze meeting those eyes that were slightly tinged with purple.

The expression in those eyes seemed filled with reminiscence, a trance-like state, and a kind of... attachment that Xia Jin could not understand at all.

"Brother... Brother Xia..." After the Grey-robed Swordsman recovered his senses, he whispered into Xia Jin's ear, "Do you know her?"

Although Venerable Miaodi did not speak, the Buddhist light surging around him said everything.

If the female corpse made any unusual move, he would strike immediately.

Xia Jin did not answer.

He was also in a state of extreme shock at this moment and had no idea how to answer.

Should he... force his hand out?

Just as this thought emerged in his mind, Xia Jin saw those slightly purple eyes suddenly become somewhat blurred. The white-haired woman's eyelids trembled slightly, as if she were feeling drowsy, and slowly... drooped.

In that very instant.

Xia Jin suddenly felt a burning sensation at the center of his brow.

For the first time, without him actively controlling it, the Sun Mark emerged directly from the center of his brow.

Before he could react, the Sun Mark at the center of his brow shot out a golden light that landed on the white-haired woman.

The next second.

The three of them widened their eyes simultaneously.

They saw the white-haired woman's body begin to turn transparent under the shroud of golden light, and then, it simply vanished.

"No, that's not right. This woman didn't disappear at all; she's staying inside the Sun Mark at the center of my brow!" Xia Jin's eyes narrowed.

Venerable Miaodi and the others might not know, but Xia Jin could feel a cold sensation coming from the center of his brow.

In the pit, the three of them stood there, staring at each other.

Xia Jin took a deep breath and instinctively touched the center of his brow.

The mark at the center of his brow had... taken her in?

What... what exactly is going on?

"..."

He was stunned for a long while before slowly recovering his senses.

Then, he saw the gazes of the Grey-robed Swordsman and Venerable Miaodi.

Those two gazes, how should he put it...

Were very strange.

The Grey-robed Swordsman looked at Xia Jin, then at Xia Jin's brow, then at the empty stone coffin. His mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, but he couldn't manage to squeeze out a single word for a long time.

Although Venerable Miaodi did not speak, his eyes also showed an expression of wanting to say something but holding back.

"Hey, I'm talking to you two." Xia Jin rubbed his forehead, feeling speechless, and finally couldn't help but say: "Say whatever you want to say."

The Grey-robed Swordsman swallowed his saliva, his expression extremely complicated, and hesitated for a long while: "Brother Xia... I didn't expect you to know this white-haired female corpse... er, woman?"

He paused, his expression becoming even more subtle, and gave a dry cough: "That... to have such a beautiful confidante, Brother Xia, you are quite fortunate."

Xia Jin couldn't help but frown: "What nonsense are you spouting? This Prince does not know her! You should know that this is also this Prince's first time entering this ancient battlefield; how could I possibly know this person!"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Venerable Miaodi.

Venerable Miaodi saw Xia Jin's gaze land on him, but he didn't say anything, only smiling at Xia Jin.

But the slightly twitching muscles on that old face clearly told Xia Jin: 'This old monk thinks exactly the same as the Grey-robed Swordsman.'

"Those two bastards!" Xia Jin took a deep breath.

Forget it.

Let them think whatever they want.

He couldn't be bothered to say another word, his figure flickered, and he flew directly out of the pit.

"Hey! Brother Xia! Wait for us!" The Grey-robed Swordsman hurriedly followed.

Venerable Miaodi also did not linger, leaping up and following closely behind.

The three of them landed back on the ground at the edge of the pit.

Xia Jin's gaze swept over the area and quickly locked onto a token not far from the edge of the pit.

That was the only thing left behind after A-Yan self-destructed.

He raised his hand and grabbed, and the token instantly flew into his palm.

Without any hesitation, he tightened his five fingers, and the token shattered upon contact.

Over a hundred small points of light floated out from the shattered token and flew straight toward the token at Xia Jin's waist.

Xia Jin looked down at the number on the token at his waist; it had soared directly to 1,020.

"Not bad. These points should be enough for the three of us to secure the top three spots this time!" A hint of a smile finally appeared on Xia Jin's face as he waved his hand.

Two beams of light flew out from Xia Jin's token and landed on the tokens of the Grey-robed Swordsman and Venerable Miaodi, respectively.

The two men looked down and saw that the numbers on them had changed.

On the Grey-robed Swordsman's token, the number jumped from the original few dozen to 310.

On Venerable Miaodi's token, it stopped at 320.

And on Xia Jin's token, the number dropped from 1,020 and finally settled at 500.

"Brother Xia, this is..." The Grey-robed Swordsman was stunned.

"This Prince promised to lead you to the top three this time, so I will definitely do it." Xia Jin said indifferently, "This Prince takes 500, and you two get 310 and 320. Any objections?"

The Grey-robed Swordsman and Venerable Miaodi looked at each other and both shook their heads.

How could they have any objections?

Being able to survive for three days this time was already a stroke of luck, and being able to share the top three points was completely an unexpected joy.

Moreover, with Xia Jin's strength, even if he swallowed all the points himself, the two of them wouldn't be able to say a single word against it.

"Many thanks, Benefactor Xia." Venerable Miaodi pressed his palms together and said sincerely.

The Grey-robed Swordsman also cupped his hands in a salute toward Xia Jin, his eyes filled with gratitude. However, just as he was about to say something more...

Suddenly, a magnificent voice resounded between heaven and earth.

"Three days have passed."

The three of them looked up in unison.

They saw three beams of golden light descending from the clouds above the firmament, heading straight toward the three of them!

The moment they were enveloped by the golden light, Xia Jin felt his body lighten, and everything before his eyes began to blur.

"Is it finally time for the settlement screen? Fragment of the Donghuang Bell, is it going to fall into this Prince's hands this time!!"