The once-flower-like radiant and delicate face has now withered and shriveled.
Those eyes, bright like autumn waters, have been pecked out by vultures, leaving only two pitch-black eye sockets behind.
The wind-dried cheeks are further covered with scars deep enough to expose bone.
Clearly, these are marks left by some creature's bites.
Moreover, it's highly likely that it happened while the girl was still alive, indicating the immense suffering this girl must have endured.
Lu Hui gently reached out to touch the face that had become unbearably ghastly, his eyes shimmering with tears.
"Li Niang!"
With his words, tears dripped into the cavernous eye sockets, creating tiny splashes of water.
And just while Lu Hui knelt in sorrow, behind him, threads of mist silently coalesced, forming a razor-sharp long spike, which then viciously stabbed towards Lu Hui's back.
