The woman's body emitted an unpleasant stench, a smell An Yiqing was very familiar with; it was the scent of corpses in the morgue. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her eyes, distorted by decayed flesh, hung on her face like two eerie bulbs. Even doctors and nurses accustomed to dealing with carcasses and viscera turned pale with disgust.
"Sect Leader, when we found her, she was digging up someone's grave in a wild cemetery on the outskirts of Jinyin City, covered in flies. After bringing her back, she kept struggling, and the brothers were afraid of hurting her, so they didn't dare wash her. Do you need a mask or something?" Chiang Yu worriedly asked, concerned about An Yiqing being overwhelmed by the smell.
"No need."
An Yiqing coldly spat out the words, and an inexplicable chill swept through the ward.
