"Wait, wait a moment..."
Qing Jiuliu blinked his eyes slowly as he stared at the skeleton at the entrance.
As they entered the room in a hurry, he didn't take much notice. Looking at it now, he immediately discovered that there was something unnatural about the skeleton.
"Ji Shanqing, could you move a little?" he whispered. He pressed his furry mouth against the sofa back and requested softly, "Look at the corpse at the entrance."
The blue floral sofa shifted a distance as if it was pushed by an invisible hand. After it made an angle and straightened itself once more, a section of its front side was now facing the door.
"You're suspecting that the corpse isn't dead?" Ji Shanqing asked, "That's impossible. The decomposition—"
He suddenly stopped speaking.
Of course, that badly decomposed corpse couldn't possibly be alive. However, both of them found the decomposition of the corpse very strange.
