This question did not puzzle Mo Zhuoyu for long, and it didn't take long for her to find the answer.

I saw the corpse of the barefoot beast on the mountain, which was drying up little by little with the passage of time. By the time the night came again, it was already difficult for Mo Zhuoyu to see the trace of the other party's corpse.

Mo Zhuoyu stood under the mountain peak, frowning as he looked at the place where the corpse of the demon beast disappeared, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what happened to this mountain, not only can it absorb people's spiritual power, but it can also directly absorb the vitality of all living beings!

Mo Zhuoyu couldn't help but wonder now that if those monks who went up the mountain didn't retreat in time, would they also be like this demon beast and end up with no bones left!

The gray-yellow peaks were not conspicuous at all in the night, but Mo Zhuoyu felt that the danger here was no less than that of any place she had ever been.

And the most important thing now is whether the situation of this mountain will spread outward?

Although Mo Zhuoyu has not found such signs so far, this possibility is not completely non-existent.

In the night wind, Mo Zhuoyu, who was deep in thought, stood motionless all night, but there was still no clue.

Mo Zhuoyu put down his wrapped hands, turned around and went to catch the two demon beasts again.

This time, she didn't knock it out again, but casually threw the monster beast that was still alive and kicking to the top of the mountain.

There are two demon beasts, one is a first-class flying bird, and the other is still a barefoot beast. After being thrown up the mountain by Mo Zhuoyu, the two demon beasts immediately rushed away as soon as they saw that they were out of the enemy's control.

The bird flapped its wings, stabilized itself in mid-air, and flew towards the sky.

The barefoot beast had no wings, but as soon as it landed on the ground, it began to run wildly.

Mo Zhuoyu looked at the two demon beasts that fled in a panic with an expression on his face, his divine sense split into two, and he firmly watched the changes in the other party's body.

It was similar to the barefoot beast yesterday, but after a while, the spiritual power in the bodies of the two demon beasts began to disappear rapidly, and the speed of escape became slower and slower.

The instincts of the beasts finally made them realize that this mountain was something more dangerous than the people below it. A moment later, the two demon beasts that had originally wanted to escape from Mo Zhuoyu all turned around and rushed towards the bottom of the mountain.

Although they lost their spiritual power, driven by fear, the two demon beasts used all their strength, but they rushed down the mountain in half an hour.

No sooner had he run than he had reached the summit before the bird fell, and the barefoot beast collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, motionless.

Mo Zhuoyu raised his feet and walked towards the two demon beasts, and his divine sense had already swept over each other. However, for the sake of prudence, Mo Zhuoyu still used spiritual power to check the other party's body.

After reading it, Mo Zhuoyu frowned slightly.

Sure enough, as she expected, the vitality of these two demon beasts has been eroded to a certain extent, and like the two monks in Lake City, after leaving the mountain peak, the vitality is still disappearing.

The mana in Mo Zhuoyu's hand turned, and the barefoot beast under his hand immediately lost its breath. The water spiritual power condensed into a blade lightly swiped on the demon beast's body, and a piece of flesh and blood immediately fell.

Mo Zhuoyu wrapped his hands with spiritual power, picked up the piece of flesh and blood, and swept it over with his divine sense, but still didn't find anything wrong.

But after a while, Mo Zhuoyu's face changed slightly, and he saw that the original fresh flesh and blood in his hand had withered visibly in this short moment.

In just a moment, the flesh and blood in his hand disappeared under Mo Zhuoyu's nose.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, which was gradually starting to dry up, a drop of cold sweat broke out on Mo Zhuoyu's forehead.

Turning his head to look at the still intact flying bird on the side, Mo Zhuoyu felt that he was about to come into contact with the truth, but there was still a trace of barrier in front of him, firmly blocking himself behind the truth.

Her mind raced, and she suddenly turned around and picked up the bird, and headed towards Lake City again.

This time, Mo Zhuoyu didn't bother Meng Ke, and after entering the city, he went to find Jiang Xianqing.

Jiang Xianqing was very surprised to see Mo Zhuoyu, and after he bowed to Mo Zhuoyu, he immediately asked, "What are the instructions of the seniors?"

Mo Zhuoyu didn't go around in circles, and directly said his purpose.

"Are the bones of the monk who died the day before yesterday still there?"

The sudden sentence made Jiang Xianqing stunned for a moment before he remembered to answer. He shook his head and wondered, "It's already buried, what's wrong with his corpse?"

Mo Zhuoyu explained his conjecture and asked him to immediately lead him to the place where the monk was buried.

Fortunately, monks are mostly in burial, and after Mo Zhuoyu opened the coffin, what he saw was not a pile of ashes.

Jiang Xianqing looked at the bones in the coffin, but was shocked.

"This, how did this come to be!"

Jiang Xianqing was personally responsible for the burial that day, and the bones were still good when he was buried.

But now, the bones in the coffin have long been completely deformed.

The dry flesh was tightly taut to the bones, the hair was falling out, the joints were broken, and it was completely impossible to see the bones of a man who had just been dead for two days.

Not to mention the monks, even after mortals die, the bones will not rot like this! Moreover, there is not a trace of corpse water in this coffin that has been dissolved after the bones have decomed, and there is no trace of peculiar smell.

If it weren't for the fresh soil that had just been turned up, Jiang Xianqing would have thought that they were looking for the wrong place and accidentally dug up a corpse hundreds of years ago.

Mo Zhuoyu's face was not surprised, she waved her hand to rebury the bones before turning around and leaving.

After these few days of investigation, Mo Zhuoyu can now draw the following conclusions.

First, the unknown thing on this spiritless mountain that sucks the spiritual power of the monks and the life force of the living beings can follow the host away from the mountain.

Second, it seems that this thing cannot be transferred from one host to another, and it is not preliminarily considered to be transmissible.

Third, judging from the demon beasts and monks after they died, it is very likely that this thing will also lose its life soon after the death of the host.

Because since it can't be transferred from the host, the corpse will dry up quickly in the end, and it is likely that this thing will finally return to light after losing the support of its vitality.

Coming to this conclusion, Mo Zhuoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although it has not solved the problem, it is basically certain that this thing will not have too much impact on the cultivation realm at present.

Mo Zhuoyu returned to the foot of the mountain, and sure enough, the original barefoot beast's corpse had already dried up.

It's a bird in her hand, and although it's still alive and well.

Mo Zhuoyu let go of his hand and put it on the ground, and instead took out the lapis lazuli around his neck and gently stroked the smooth stone surface.

This azure chaotic rough stone was just obtained by accident when Mo Zhuoyu was a child, but over the years, it has played an unexpected role again and again.