Chapter 118 - 93 The Weaver
Morgue.
Each morgue table was etched with a complex magic array, known as "Preservation Magic," which could freeze the condition of a body, ensuring it wouldn’t decay.
Zhou Yuan took out Yan Sheng’s body. Under the effect of Preservation Magic, the body no longer bled. Since the player’s backpack froze the item’s condition, Yan Sheng’s body still retained some warmth and hadn’t gone completely cold.
"Oh—"
Feng Jun let out an exaggerated gasp upon seeing the body, his eyes wide open and a bright flame burning in his pupils: "So beautiful..."
"Beautiful?" Zhou Yuan was puzzled.
"A kind of... wild beauty."
Feng Jun’s fingers lightly brushed over Yan Sheng’s bicep, sliding down his arm to his chest. His gaze was like he was admiring a delicate piece of art: "Look at this form, these lines, these muscles... Is this a body modified by Divine Power? How can something so perfect exist in this world!"
He took a rectangular instrument from his Storage Ring, fiddling with it. The instrument emitted a yellow beam of light, scanning Yan Sheng’s body back and forth, displaying various data on the screen.
"Unbelievable, unbelievable..."