Beichuan Si lifted his head to look at this "person."
The reason he had to lift his head was that the mound of flesh in front of him was simply too tall.
The mound of flesh in front had three heads, two female and one male.
The two female heads had shrunken skin, like long-dehydrated human skin covers—it seemed they were the wife and daughter of the factory owner.
The male head in the middle was the vengeful spirit of the factory owner Beichuan Si had just seen.
Each head bore a pained expression, their overly bulky bodies stitched together from various corpse parts.
Thighs made of human faces, arms made of human thighs, key joints connected with doll-like spherical joints.
"...so they are a family after all," Beichuan Si squinted his eyes.
If the previous lone spirit of the factory owner was nothing much, this mound of flesh with his wife and daughter reached the level of a low-level vengeful spirit.
