Several stiff, ghastly pale corpses were brought back from outside.
Laid out in an open space under the bright light of day, their grim aura was not the least bit diminished.
Two of them were still covered in dirt, suggesting they had been hastily buried.
The expressions on the corpses were unnatural, as if they had struggled before death.
"The families were very cooperative,"
Bu Huan said.
"Some of the deceased's relatives and friends are already showing symptoms like rotting flesh and red rashes on their skin. They're terrified."
Bai Mo took a dried leaf from his sleeve and placed it in his mouth, the raw, astringent taste spreading across his tongue.
He walked over to the corpses and crouched down to examine them.
"It's not surprising for those who touched the bodies to show such signs. After all, the corpse qi within them hasn't dissipated..."
After a long moment of inspection, Bai Mo pointed to one of the bodies, the one with dirt still on it.
