The realization that Ouyang Tian might have met with disaster caused everyone to immediately leave the corridor and return to the lobby.
The vermillion coffin was still intact, lying there as before.
Only now, the candlelight before the coffin had been extinguished. Even though the ceiling lights were still shining down, the village's lights seemed as though covered with a thick layer of dust, somewhat yellowed and dim, casting a gloomy shadow that was oppressive.
However, near this coffin, a body sat propped against the wall, twisted like a pretzel into a position that seemed impossible to achieve.
Blood flowed from the body, staining the surrounding area red.
Although it was barely recognizable as human, one could tell from the clothing and certain features.
This was... Ouyang Tian.
"D-dead?" Zhang Yiming's voice trembled.
They were all in the same building, not even ten meters apart.
