Before long, he finally entered the residential complex, but as he walked further in, the rotting flesh on his body began to fall off incessantly, his steps labored yet determined. He raised his decaying head, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the direction of the Yan Family's floors.
Just at that moment, the rotting strangeness suddenly shook violently, halting in his tracks.
He looked down at his stomach, which was already rotting away, and about two seconds later, the wound in the stomach was suddenly torn open, growing vastly larger.
An old woman's head emerged from the stomach, slowly crawling out and floating in front of the rotting strangeness.
Below the neck of the old woman's head floated a blood-red silk thread, gently swaying, strikingly beautiful.
