After a brief pause, Yi Lin, with his back to Milien and Gu Tianqing, continued stirring things up and said, "Do you still remember the very first 'hint' we received before we came in? It said: 'Right now, you are a Heroic Spirit whose 'death' is presumed, leaving behind various deeds.'"
"Presumed?" Gu Tianqing's smile slightly faded as his brow furrowed. He had obviously picked up on the key point in Yi Lin's words.
"Yes, presumed. In other words, only the dead can become Heroic Spirits, but we're not dead. Naturally—"
While talking, Yi Lin clumsily worked to tear apart Ginger's clothing and managed it after much difficulty.
Ginger's exposed upper body revealed a deep hole in his chest that went straight through from the front to the back, seemingly a fatal wound.
On his lower left rib, there was a thin, narrow slit with blackened edges, appearing insignificant.
Gu Tianqing squatted down as well.
Carefully examining Ginger's corpse.
