The bluestone slabs of the morgue still clung to the chill of corpse-water. The White Bone Judge Token in Pi Yanlin’s palm suddenly emitted a faint, deep-blue glow, like something living writhing beneath his skin.
He lowered his gaze to the winding carvings on the bone surface. When the System prompt exploded in his sea of consciousness, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end—[Detected residual soul fluctuations of the Underworld relic "White Bone Judge Token", attempt to communicate with Li Guichen's will?]
"Let's try," he muttered, his fingertips instinctively rubbing the surface of the token.
Chapter 128