A certain white cocoon hanging upside down was slit bit by bit, William carefully separated the spider silk, revealing the face of the creature wrapped inside (Wow, a bald head!)
It was a human wearing tattered leather armor, to be precise, a withered male human corpse. His face was shriveled and unrecognizable; his lower jaw was askew, with yellowed, uneven teeth inside. Most of the molars on the right side were missing, seemingly having suffered a heavy blow. The corpse's eyes were wide open, the turbid pupils staring at the others, with a hint of residual fear in the lifeless gaze.
"Oh my God, there's a human corpse inside!" Wesley cried out subconsciously.
"A corpse, isn't that obvious? There's nothing surprising about it," Bartlett joked. "What did you think was inside? A naked beauty?"
"But it's not the corpse of a Direclaw Beast, nor a Caveman's body, it's a human corpse." The Fake Knight argued, "One of our kind."
