'He put my corpse in his own bedroom?'
'Then where does he sleep?'
Cui Lingyao didn't dare to even think about it. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin.
She had a newfound appreciation for the man's madness.
She hurriedly sat up. Just as she was about to get out of bed, she felt something in her mouth.
She opened her mouth and pushed it out with her tongue.
A blood-red bead rolled into her palm.
It was beautiful—crystal clear and obviously no common trinket.
'This must be one of the corpse-preserving treasures the system mentioned, the ones Xie Jinbai has spent the last few years collecting.'
And...
Cui Lingyao's gaze slowly lowered, and only then did she notice that the bed she lay on was a single, solid block of transparent ice.
She didn't know what the bedding was made of, but it was cold to the touch.
Even the clothes she was wearing...
They were all for preserving a corpse.
Preserving...
