The action team's rubber boots stepped into the debris-filled boiler room once again, fifteen minutes later.
Mo Sui stared at Ye Ying's corpse leaning against the wall, her expression dark and grim.
Crack~
Due to the cervical spine having been corroded and rendered fragile by Disaster Water, Ye Ying's skeletal frame could not support the weight of the skull, which emitted a chilling snap as it rolled onto the floor.
All traces of Disaster Water had been collected by Li Yan, leaving not a single watermark on the ground.
The intact bullet, the mournful bones, the parched ash, the blood and flesh lingering on the dagger— all this transformed into blue digital signals that were absorbed into Mei Hu's pupils.
