Zzzzz—
A series of sharp noises came from the Bluetooth earphone, like fingernails scraping a blackboard, or blades cutting glass.
Wang Congshan's pupils suddenly expanded,
not because the noise was piercing, or because communications were cut off and she couldn't hear Li Ang's voice,
but because more putrid corpse oil dripped above her head.
Drip, drip.
Corpse oil trickled from a certain piece of void close to the ceiling,
a saliva-covered rotting head was slowly squeezed out of the void.
Plop.
The head fell onto the stairs, rolling down slowly and finally stopping at Wang Congshan's feet.
With peripheral vision, she could clearly see the skin of the face on the head, black-red, full of holes formed by muscle decay, clearly rotten for quite some time and covered with a layer of corpse oil.
Its eyeballs were shriveled and sunken, like cloudy milky white glass beads embedded in the eye sockets,
