Gamers Are Fierce

Lying on the stretcher was a half-corpse. Its legs alone were longer than a person. Its iron-blue hair, skin, and muscles were all desiccated and withered, clinging shrunken to the leg bones.

The corpse’s skeletal structure bore some resemblance to a human’s, but its ilium was much larger, its pubis and ischium more pronounced. The femur of the upper leg was extremely long, robust, and curved outward. Its patella was larger, the gap between the tibia and fibula wider, and the first metatarsal (the big toe) was more separated from the second.

With just a cursory glance, Li Ang roughly memorized the half-corpse’s skeletal structure. He then compared it with the skeletons of various modern and ancient organisms in his mental database.

It was not a known species.

Li Ang shook his head imperceptibly. Fearful of drawing attention, he didn’t dare look any longer. He lowered his head and, holding Wang Congshan’s hand, blended into the crowd of evacuating tourists.

Those people disguised as firefighters, the establishment personnel, and that group of bald monks... are they the official team for handling supernatural phenomena? I wonder what they’re doing with the corpse...

In the square before the Daxiong Bao Hall, a ’firefighter’ glanced at a muscular monk who was spacing out. Frowning, he asked, "Mage Hui Bin, is something the matter?"

The muscular monk, who had a strikingly handsome face, snapped back to reality. He smiled gently and responded, "Nothing’s wrong. I was just a bit distracted."

The firefighter nodded. "We mustn’t delay. We’ll need your help, Mage Hui Bin."

"Understood."