However, the space was so huge that Cheng Shi had the illusion that he was in a palace.

And in the very center of the mausoleum, there was an old giant, half lying on the ground beside the bloody throne, motionless.

The giant's entire body was covered in sores and festering. His left hand, with only bones left, weakly supported the throne made of black blood beside him. His right hand raised a long nail, which was as sharp as a knife and cut the only intact skin on his abdomen, leaving scars.

But the over-aged skin had lost all its blood color, and no matter how deep the wound was, not a drop of blood flowed out.

Watching this scene, sad black blood flowed from his wax-like eye sockets.

The black blood flowed down his wrinkled cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and then gradually merged into the ground beneath his feet and disappeared.

But Cheng Shi clearly felt that when the black blood disappeared, the terrifying power of [decay] surged out from under his feet.

Fortunately, the force was radiating outwards and did not cause any trouble to him, but he still instinctively trembled and took a half step back.

【decay】!

The one in front of him was undoubtedly the second god of [Fall], [Decay]!

Why did He come?

No, should I say, "Is He here to cause trouble?"

After all, the arrival of [prosperity] in the Forest of Sighs was entirely due to his dedication, and what he dedicated was nothing else but the belief in [decay].

Cheng Shi turned all the [rottenness] he saw into sacrifices for [prosperity]. This was tantamount to helping [prosperity] break down the corners of the wall next door or even hollow out the foundation of the opposite house. For such a revenge of destroying the entire family, he felt that this brother's allowing him to see him alive was already the greatest tolerance.

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