A badly mutilated corpse lay in the coffin.
It was not the rotten corpse of Zhou Kang's grandfather.
The corpse emitted a pungent stench of corpses. It was unknown what kind of torture it had suffered when it was alive.
Its abdomen was cut open with a knife.
Its expression was ferocious and one of pain.
Its exposed skin was bruised and purple, as if it had died not long ago.
As the time of death was not too long ago, everyone could vaguely see the outline of the corpse's face.
The corpse was a woman with a pretty face.
Chen Yu stood by the pit and looked at the female corpse in the coffin with a complicated expression.
After vomiting for a few minutes, everyone almost emptied their galls.
Chen Yu extended his hand and helped Zhou Kang up.
Zhou Kang struggled to get up from the ground. His expression was filled with fear and unease.
"Dr. Chen, did you know that such a thing was lying in the coffin?"
