After walking a distance, he looked back at the basement staircase but saw no sign of the woman in the white dress.
Approaching the hanging object, Yan Junze climbed onto a wooden box on the floor and reached out to touch it, confirming it was a corpse.
The body was in an advanced state of decay, with only a skeleton remaining, although the white dress was barely tattered. However, a thick layer of dust covered the surface of the dress, making it indistinguishable from ordinary clothing.
Yan Junze wondered how, despite such decay, the protruding tongue could still be intact?
It should have rotted away to nothing by now.
The wooden box was not high enough. Carrying a sense of wonder, he carefully stepped on the box, moving in front of the hanging woman.
The box creaked alarmingly, as if it might break under his weight at any moment.
Yan Junze steadied himself cautiously and then looked up, only to be taken aback.
