The Eight Trigrams Disc was engraved with complicated talismans and traditional words. The needle was pure silver.
Shen Yaowei transferred her spiritual power in. After the needle spun crazily, it stopped moving.
"Lin Haizhi's soul has disappeared…" Shen Yaowei muttered and looked at the pool of flesh again.
That's right, that pile of flesh belonged to Lin Haizhi.
Just 10 minutes ago, she had even used this compass to find traces of Lin Haizhi and found this place in the direction the compass pointed.
However, in a short period of time, Lin Haizhi turned into a small pool of flesh and blood. Even his soul had completely disappeared.
Who did it?
Just as Shen Yaowei was frowning and squatting there thinking, a gaze quietly landed on her.
The girl in the black dress stood on the roof with her hands behind her back.
The wind gently blew the black veil on her face, revealing her exceptionally smooth chin.
