The partition door swung open, and the dust-blocking curtain rose without a hint of wind, reflecting a stark image in Xing Hechou's suddenly enlarged pupils. Four bodies were stacked neatly like building blocks on the upper level of the partition. From bottom to top were Fushen Pingyuan's wife, son, mother, and daughter. All the corpses had their eyes wide open—dull, lifeless, bloodshot, and bulging—staring uniformly toward the area outside the partition. Their faces were swollen and purplish-blue, their skin dotted with blood specks.
That unexplained crying had ceased the moment the partition door was pulled open, yet Xing Hechou felt the chills coursing through his body intensify. He wanted to yell and scream to remind his teammates to abandon the mission. However, his body was uncontrollable, and his brain also abruptly slowed down. Before any thoughts could surface, they were overwhelmed by a heavy, drowsy sensation.
