Who hid My Corpse!

"What's wrong?" Ivana noticed Vic's odd behavior and also looked at the name, "'Ray'? Is there something wrong with this name?"

Vic said, "I think I might have met him."

"Huh?" Ivana widened her eyes, "That's impossible, right? The people here have been dead for who knows how long... Let me take a look."

Ivana leaned over, looking at the birth date beneath the name.

"He was a hunter from a hundred years ago, back when the God of Senluo was still alive. How could you have met him? What exactly is going on?"

"I don't know what's going on either," Vic said, "but it was him who initially led Ade and me here."

"Are you talking about the hunter you first encountered?"

Vic nodded.

"That can't be," Ivana frowned, "There's no way he could have lived over a hundred years. Could it be a Wildfire Sect believer impersonating him? You mentioned before that you suspected that guy was one of the Wildfire Sect members."

"It's possible it was an impersonation," Vic thought for a moment and said, "But why would they impersonate this name specifically?"

"It must be a coincidence."

"I don't think so, and..." Vic shook his head. After carefully examining the shattered skeleton, he said in a low voice, "I feel it's this person."

"What do you mean you feel it's this person?" Ivana was a bit speechless, "There's only bones left, do you remember his scent or something?"

"Not exactly." Vic pointed to the skeleton and said, "I just feel the skeleton is very similar, it's the same build."

Ivana was very surprised, "You can tell if bones are similar?"

"Yeah, can't you tell?"

"...Don't assume that's some natural ability."

Ivana found the situation too strange and instinctively thought Vic was talking nonsense, but she quickly thought of her own grandmother.

That time, a Wildfire Sect believer had also transformed into her grandmother, to a degree where even she couldn't tell. Ivana still didn't know how the Wildfire Sect believer managed to do it.

Obviously, Vic also thought of Ivana's grandmother, and then couldn't help but ask, "Is there really a way in this world for people to come back to life?"

Come back to life...

This phrase struck a chord in Ivana, but she quickly recalled what Bai Wei had said to her—"Whether it's a human or a god, once they're dead, they're dead. There's no way to resurrect them."

So she forcibly stopped herself from pursuing the thought and then said softly to Vic, "It's impossible, no one can come back to life. If the Ray you saw really came back to life, then what about these bones here? Judging from the bones, who knows how many years it's been since his death. How could he have come to find you a month ago?"

"...You're right." Vic's voice also sank slightly.

Regarding the matter of coming back to life, Ivana and Vic both harbored an unspeakable hope, but they also knew such hope was unwarranted.

"So let's see exactly what's going on," Ivana said, "We need to figure out why these hunters died here and exactly what period they belonged to."

Vic nodded repeatedly and began searching again.

So "searching" among a pile of bones isn't exactly the right term, but that's what they were doing, trying to find something among the broken corpses that could verify their identities.

Honestly, it wasn't an easy task because these hunters' clothes had long been eroded by time beyond recognition. Instances like Ray's, where one could clearly see the name and birth date, were extremely rare. The few they could barely make out were either missing the name, missing the birth date, or both were gone.

And from the scarce nameplates, not much valuable information could be gleaned; they only knew these hunters died after the death of the God of Senluo.

"It seems like it was done by the Wildfire Sect believers," Vic said, "They've always been hunting the hunters, just like when they were after Mr. Ryan before."

"It could only be them, but..." Ivana tightly frowned, "Why are their bodies here?"

"Is there a problem with them being here?"

"Of course, don't you remember what I said before? There's only one entrance to the Sacrificial Arena," Ivana said in a low voice, "And that entrance has always been guarded by the generations of Senluo's Holy Daughters. If there had been a slaughter of hunters, we couldn't have not known."

Vic was also taken aback.

Yeah, so many hunters perished here, how could Ivana, as the Holy Daughter, not know?

Moreover...

When Vic saw these remains, something felt off to him, but he couldn't figure out what exactly felt wrong.

Just as Vic was about to start figuring it out from scratch, he suddenly caught a scent, outside the Heroic Spirit Hall.

"Someone's coming!" Vic grabbed Ivana's hand to stop her from moving.

Ivana blinked, "Is it Priest Ulu?"

"No," Vic's expression tensed, "It's Wildfire Sect believers."

…

Two Wildfire Sect believers slowly pushed open the door to the Heroic Spirit Hall, exchanged a glance, and then focused their gaze on the innermost room.

They had already smelled it, that scent which didn't belong here.

So they drew their weapons, entered the Heroic Spirit Hall, and slowly approached the inner room.

They wore hunters' clothes, used hunters' weapons, and even their hunting movements and coordination were just like those of hunters.

Just by appearances, no one would think they were Wildfire Sect believers.