The room in the tower is quite large, but now it's completely filled. A strong stench permeates from every corner of the room. The pile of corpse bags, some still retaining human shapes, have swollen and distorted. It's obvious what has become of the bodies inside without even looking.
"Are all these bodies?" Qi Cong found it hard to believe. "Even if the Suitcase Man wants to make dolls, this storage method is too crude and simple. They've all gone rotten!"
"Is anyone still alive?" Zhu Bo concentrated for a moment, then raised his hand to pull down two corpse bags from the top layer. Upon cutting them open, he found two people beaten black and blue, but they still had a breath left in them.
The two people inside the bags hadn't taken their last breath, but their bodies were completely immobile. Seeing the puppet appearing before them, their dulled minds mistook it for one of the castle's puppets. In despair, they even considered biting their tongues to commit suicide.
