The White cloth was about ten meters long and two meters wide. The outline of a body could be vaguely seen under the cloth.
A pungent smell of mud mixed with the stench of rotting corpses was faintly discernible from the White cloth. A thick, dark liquid dripped from below, like melted asphalt.
Under her gaze, one side of the White cloth shook twice and a corner was lifted, revealing a foot that was already half rotten.
More than half of the flesh on his feet had fallen off, leaving only the joints stained with rotten flesh, which looked a little terrifying.
Perhaps he noticed song qingxiao's gaze, his toe bone clenched a few times, as if he was a little scared.
"Guest ..."
The man who had shouted earlier seemed to have noticed song qingxiao's gaze and moved forward with keen eyes.
