Outside Blind Alley, in a desolate dark alley, the pale golden moonlight fell upon the fragments of flesh that had just been dismembered.
A cold wind whistled through the gaps in the dilapidated wall, creating an eerie sound akin to a woman's midnight wailing.
Two shadows, a ground full of flesh, yet not a drop of blood. No matter how you looked at it... it was unsettling.
Suddenly, the pieces of flesh seemed to be drawn by some bizarre power, starting to make a rustling movement.
Crack.
The two closest chunks of decayed flesh quickly collided, the rotting sections squeezing and adhering, producing a nauseating sound of fusion.
In no time, the adhesion completed, and the cracks on the surface turned into scars, which then disappeared at an alarming speed.
In a flash, not even a red mark remained.
Swish!
Wei Yao drew her gun.
Clang!
This time, the gun didn't penetrate the decayed flesh, but Li Xuan clearly heard a dull thud, as if the gun was striking a hard iron plate.
