The Soul Body was riddled with countless holes, big and small. Even though it was still a Soul Body, one of its arms could no longer take the form it had in life, reduced to mere bones.
Wen Yan pulled the child out, extended a hand, and placed it on his head, bestowing a bit of Yang Energy on him.
"I don't know your name, but I guess you haven't committed any particularly grave sins.
Nowhere in the world should a child be buried alive with an adult for the mistakes they made.
To die painfully over several days and, after death, for the soul not to be liberated, but instead turned into nourishment."
The child's soul blankly stared at him, its Spiritual Intelligence nearly destroyed, with not hatred, but confusion, filling the resentment on it.
Wen Yan thought of going and beating those sorcerers to death; it seemed a bit too much of a compliment for those guys.
So, he had some other ideas.
