Gu Feng focused his mind, trying to stay calm.

The Ji Qin before him no longer resembled a human, more like a living corpse.

He finally understood why the air here was filled with a strange smell—it was the scent of death.

Gu Feng found it odd. Even if one's vitality was failing, it shouldn't result in such a ghastly appearance.

When a cultivator's vitality wanes, at most, their physical body ages, and their spiritual soul gradually fades, much like an ordinary mortal's death.@@novelbin@@

This process might vary from person to person, but it would never be as bizarre as Ji Qin's condition.

With a ghostly smile, Ji Qin's withered face oozed blood as he slowly said, "I have a dilemma now. I've heard you're wise and resourceful. Why not help me figure it out..."

Damn old ghost! What kind of dilemma could you possibly have? Stop the blood on your zombie face first!

Cursing inwardly, Gu Feng maintained a calm exterior and replied, "Please speak, Chief."

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