The air in this secret chamber was filled with a decaying smell. Qin Sisi pondered for a while and suddenly realized that the smell was emanating from the white-haired old man lying there—it was the scent of death.
When a person is nearing death, the body inevitably emits a decaying smell.
Mu Feng stopped in his tracks, looking at the white-haired old man on the bed and sighed continuously.
Ye You continued walking forward, reached the bedside, and looked down at the white-haired old man.
He was incredibly old, so much so that his true age was indiscernible. He was so thin that he was just skin and bones, his skin had turned brown, and it was dotted with dark brown age spots.
Yet he was still alive; he was still breathing, and his eyes were still open. His mouth was also moving slowly, continuously trembling as if he were trying to say something.
He lay motionless on the bed, only occasionally moving his mouth, creating an inexplicable sense of eeriness.
