The corpse leaning against the corner of the cave wall had clearly been dead for many days. Ghastly white bone was exposed in several places, and a nauseating, putrid stench filled the air.
But the stench wasn't the most terrifying part. It was the gruesome state of the corpse.
Its arms and legs were bent at odd angles, clearly having been snapped. The neck was also twisted unnaturally, with the head lolling onto the chest, obscuring the face. The exposed palms and soles of the feet were mangled beyond recognition, as if they had been smashed to a pulp. The body was crisscrossed with deep gashes that looked like knife wounds, and organs were even spilling from the chest and abdomen.
Dark red bloodstains covered the body and the ground. The cave walls were even splattered with them. It wasn't hard to imagine the horror that had unfolded.
Who could possibly stomach such a brutal and bloody scene, aside from someone like Su Qing, who was accustomed to the apocalypse?
