As dusk fell, the setting sun cast a crimson glow over the scene, at the crossroads ahead sat a stark white skeleton. It was seated cross-legged, holding a diary in its left hand and pointing west with its right. This sight was chillingly eerie in the desolate desert. If this was the remains of a traveler, could the direction it pointed to be the road to death? Was it a kind warning or a malicious trick?
Unlike her earlier reaction, this time Alita was very calm, not rushing forward, but approaching step by step.
"Is this Wu Qi?"
Once Alita got close to the skeleton, Xiao Mo softly asked Monica, who shook her head, "It doesn't seem like it. Judging by the weathering of this skeleton, it must have been dead for at least ten years. In such a dry desert, it can't decompose like this in just one year. I guess someone deliberately placed this skeleton here." Monica had a hint of a smile on her lips.
"To point the way?"
