The Monk's head was on the wall.
From the ears onwards, it was entirely embedded into the wall.
His face still bore a slight pleasing smile, but his eyes had lost their liveliness.
"As a transcendent master, why would you linger in the mortal world?"
Su Mo spoke softly: "Now I send the master to transcendence, to listen before Buddha soon, wouldn't that be better?"
His voice was devoid of any worldly desires, and his gaze calmly swept over everyone present.
But he wasn't looking at them as if they were alive; rather, he seemed to be looking at a group of dead people.
Outside the courtyard, screams rose and fell, and it was even unknown what adversaries those people were facing.
That made them scream so miserably?
Ding Wugong's complexion changed several times, beginning to contemplate how to escape.
Now with Su Mo right in front of him, with the danger outside unpredictable, a thought crossed his mind, and he suddenly shouted loudly:
