There were three transparent glass coffins, and because of the winter weather, there was no smell.
However, the bodies were pieced together, their original appearances unrecognizable.
The only one whose body was slightly intact also had limbs that were separated and artificially sewn together.
Her mouth was slightly ajar, her eyes fixated on those fragments.
Pei Chenyang's eyebrows drew together tightly. "Completely shattered, impossible to make out their original state."
Therefore, it was even harder to confirm that it was Pei Yibai himself.
"Impossible! Definitely not him!" Pei Chengde gasped for air, leaning heavily against the wall.
Pei Chenyang didn't speak; instead, he walked over to the body that was somewhat intact and looked it over from top to bottom.
At least, this one wasn't it.
But what about the other two horrifying ones?
