Chapter 132

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• More accurately, it was a decaying corpse. Rotting flesh hung on its exposed bones. He was clothed, but in the areas where he was not covered, there was not a single spot where the flesh was not affected by his condition. Thick yellow pus clung on the darkened blood wounds and dripped from the man’s face, neck and hands. If his chest did not rise and fall weakly, there would have been no sign of life in him.
• Even the hardened and stoic Jiang Chen Qing had gasped deeply at the sight of Mo Xuan Fei.