In that pile of ice-cold corpses, a face smeared with blood stains was buried.
That face was buried deep among the corpses, unable to move.
It could only use its eyes, desperately fixated on Yi Lin.
Desire filled the depths of its eyes.
The dry lips slightly quivered, but didn't make a sound.
"Heh..."
The Bloodman exhausted all his strength, opened his mouth wide, and the breath he forced out trembled in his mouth, finally producing a strange noise, eagerly trying to catch Yi Lin's attention.
Yi Lin indeed noticed the existence of the living person.
Barely alive.
Using the faint light, Yi Lin and the Bloodman among the corpses locked eyes.
By night,
A deep pit.
A pile of corpses.
Buried in the pile was a living person.
The scene was eerily grotesque.
At this moment, Yi Lin's gaze sharpened as he noticed that the Bloodman in the pit had his tongue cut out.
The inside of his mouth was a bloody mess, with bits of flesh and blood between his teeth.
