"What? A body worth 3000 points? Oh my goodness..."
Mu Shoucong’s eyes instantly widened, like two erald beads about to fall out.
This was too exaggerated; ordinary cadavers ranged from 3 to 10 points, with additional points considered significant if a body reached 20 points.
This bizarre corpse was actually worth 150 tis that.
How strange and mysterious must it be to create such a vast disparity?
Muttering to himself, Mu Shoucong shuffled forward a few steps.
With so many creatures gathering around, many of whom brought large Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, the variety of life magnetism was extrely chaotic.
Mu Shoucong had to stretch his body, continually elongating like rubber.
After finally reaching a height of two hundred ters, he could finally see one of the cadavers sealed in a coffin.
"Goodness, what is this thing?"
Mu Shoucong was dumbstruck.
The cadaver that t his eyes was fifty ters long, fifty ters wide, and fifty ters high, essentially a cube.
Yet, it did not reflect a tallic luster; all that could be seen was a dark red structure resembling intestines.
They were densely packed together, so areas neatly arranged while others were jumbled, giving the sensation of a massive traffic jam.
"Is this creature for real? Or is it so kind of internal organ of a creature?"
Looking through the transparent coffin lid from different angles, Mu Shoucong’s confusion grew deeper.
His muttering was overheard by another Holy Saint Embryo, who sneered disdainfully, sizing him up and down:
"New here, huh?"
"This is a complete cadaver of a creature forrly known as ’Intestine Sea Monster.’ Its rarity and the peculiar circumstances of its death an it has always been unclassified!"
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
Mu Shoucong wasn’t intimidated; the other’s rank was on par with his, so why act tough?
His green shoots stood straight as he glanced sideways, replying with a bit of rudeness.
"Two weeks ago, this cadaver was appraised by Prince Mang Hao, who not only traced back its Primitive Bloodline but also ntioned several most likely causes of death. His words and theories were unanimously accepted by the Holy Spirits present!"
A deep black giant ghost fish, waving its fins, undisguisedly showed admiration in its eyes:
"See that coffin next to it? That bizarre corpse was also appraised, identified as a ’Decayed Durian’ dicine Beast!"
"When this dicine Beast was still alive and reached saintly status, its bloodline characteristics caused it to emit a horrendous stench after death, and half of its body turned into pus, making it hard to recognize!"
"This too is Prince Mang Hao’s achievent! Out of ten bizarre corpses, even the Corpse Shura Girl couldn’t recognize any, but he alone identified two. Such profound knowledge, if he could form a contract with the Corpse Shura Girl, it would indeed be a blessing for the lineage of the dead, with limitless potential!"
"No wonder Prince Mang’s score is so high, so he solved the mystery of two bizarre corpses, huh..."
Mu Shoucong muttered to himself through ventriloquism, his eyes shifting towards the other eight:
"What about the others? If Prince Mang couldn’t recognize them, are others also completely clueless?"
"How dare you!"
A silver-whitish little ghost fish, standing next to its sibling, exclaid furiously:
"What do you think this is? Just any corpse drifting on the river surface?"
"These are ancient, bizarre, and mysterious ancient creature remains! If they were so easily identifiable, why would they be placed here for public examination and discussion?"
The little ghost fish’s voice, loud as a bell, drew the glances of a third of the creatures present.
So bared their teeth and sneered.
Others were expressionless, treating Mu Shoucong as a re jester, rely there to liven up the atmosphere.
The two Corpse Shura Girls leading Ye Hanjun’s group felt cold sweat the size of beans dripping down their necks, instantaneously chilling them to the bone.
They swallowed saliva, their heads drooping like ostriches, daring not to raise their heads to et the gaze of other attendants with varied expressions.
"Thump... Thump... Thump..."
Ye Hanjun walked past a giant bird’s nest, stopping in front of the third bizarre corpse.
Then he slowly levitated, casually stepping up to be level with the giant bird’s head as if entering an uninhabited territory.
"Human, be careful!"
A Dinosaur Bird, speaking in slightly flawed human language, loudly reprimanded:
"You’re so small, yet you’re standing so close to !
"If a slap of my wing sends you flying into bone-breaking injury, I certainly won’t be paying your dical bills!"
"Shush!"
Ye Hanjun ignored the Dinosaur Bird, and GuaGua on his shoulder dialed down its oddness, making a silencing gesture toward the Dinosaur Bird:
"Don’t make noise! Big Tadpole is thinking."
"Roar! Brat, who do you think you are talking to?"
The Dinosaur Bird, greatly annoyed, shuffled its feet restlessly on the ground, its pupils reflecting a hint of frenzied fierceness.
"So what if you’re bigger? There are plenty out there much bigger than you!"
GuaGua, with a puff, transford into a neutered mini-version of the Dinosaur Bird.
Its rank insufficient, forcibly changing into a Holy Spirit’s form not only drastically reduced its size but also got its eyes, neck, wings, and missing one leg all wrong, awkwardly standing on one foot – everything looked askew.
"Roar! You dare mock ! Tarnishing my Holy Clan bloodline!"
The Dinosaur Bird furiously raised its wings, ready to strike the next second.
Quickly, their master intervened, flashing between the two to prevent their clash.
"This place does not tolerate conflict!"
In the darkness, at least five Holy Corpses spoke in a low, intimidating voice.
The Dinosaur Bird’s master, as if facing a major threat, wiped the cold sweat secretly and hurriedly apologized:
"Yes, I’ll put this restless one back in the Contract Space right now."
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