"A corpse... a corpse?" Zhang Qingyu swallowed hard and then looked at me uncertainly.
I nodded, signaling Zhang Qingyu to go and take a look. Weren't we certain the corpse was already disposed of? Why did it feel like True King Jingzhong had just said that the thing had cunningly escaped?
Zhang Qingyu moved towards the corpse bit by bit, seeming very afraid inside.
Seeing this, I gently shook my head, "Bolden up and take a look, it's just a dead body, it won't jump up and strangle you." After saying that, I felt a bit regretful because Zhang Qingyu had watched that very corpse stand up before.
"I... how could I be scared, I'm walking there, right?" Zhang Qingyu's expression and actions had already betrayed him, but he still stubbornly claimed he wasn't afraid. However, I didn't plan to call him out on it.
Zhang Qingyu got next to the corpse but didn't directly touch it to test it. Instead, he picked up a piece of tile from the ground and threw it at the corpse.
