When Zhu Yu reached out to check the condition of the eyes, her other hand instinctively rested on the top of the High Priest's corpse's head, wanting to hold the head in place. At the moment of releasing her hand, a strand of long hair slipped down with the lift of her fingers.
Zhu Yu frowned.
If what lay before her was a mummy, or decomposed to the point of being just bones, the hair falling off might make some sense.
However, the High Priest before her, while saying he looked lifelike might be an exaggeration, he wasn't even close to a mummy, let alone decomposed. Except for the already shriveled eyeballs, he looked more like a living person who was emaciated from cold and starvation.
By reason, in such a condition, his eyeballs shouldn't be so shriveled, and his hair shouldn't fall off so easily either.
Zhu Yu had a more certain guess in her mind. She squatted down, carefully pinching the High Priest's jaw joint to open his tightly closed mouth.
