gazed at the tightly shut glass door, and the figure on it that seemed to be making a face at him. A slight smile curved his lips as a low chuckle escaped from deep within his throat:"This stinky kid...."Oh my, what is this thing"

Wu Ling was startled, instinctively pulling Wu Xie behind her. Her gaze was fixed on the terrifying face before her.

The face before them should be a desiccated corpse, its flesh reduced to a mere layer of grayish-brown skin by the wind.

The corpse was covered in a grayish-brown hue, its facial features grotesquely distorted and contorted as if it had endured unimaginable torture. The expression on its face conveyed utter fear and despair, with a hint of resentment, making it a truly horrifying sight.

There was a large hole in the skull of the corpse, pitch black inside. The edges of the wound were smooth and clean-cut, as if it had been made with some kind of sharp instrument directly through the skull.

And the two arms of the dried corpse, shriveled to mere skins, were outstretched rigidly forward, fingers curled as if about to strike, an extremely terrifying sight.

Wu Ling had never seen anything so terrifying up close before, besides that female ghost sister from last time.

When faced with this corpse before me, it seemed as if it were about to lunge and take my life at any moment.

Wu Ling, out of instinct for self-preservation, unconsciously slammed the small yellow duck helmet she had in her bag with great force onto the ghostly face before her.

At the same time, he cried out in surprise and sometimes said with disdain: "Damn it, what is this thing How ugly."

As Wu Ling's voice fell, there was a "peng" sound.

The little yellow duck helmet in his hand smashed directly onto the dried corpse's forehead.

Because Wu Ling didn't hold back this time.

The corpse was smashed backward by him, its body staggering. With a "pa chi" sound, it fell off the chair and landed on the ground.

Suddenly, dust on the ground was splashed and flew everywhere.

When Wu Ling shone her flashlight on the ghostly face.

Wu Xie also noticed that face.

When he saw the ghastly face, his expression flickered with surprise. He flipped his blade in his hand, as if about to strike.

But, as he was about to strike, he noticed that the ghostly face before him seemed a little strange, and his hand holding the dagger paused.

He carefully looked with the light from his younger brother's flashlight.

The face before me should be a corpse that has been dried out by the extremely high temperature in this space. It has completely lost its mobility.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xie's heart relaxed slightly, and the dagger that had already been drawn was retracted back to his fingertips.

However, before he could speak, he felt a tightness in his wrist, a warmth in his chest, and then a deafening roar in his ear.

After the sound, Wu Xie only felt a flower in front of his eyes.

When he came to his senses, he took a closer look and found...

He and Wu Ling stood before the corpse, its face contorted in a grotesque grimace. It had slumped from the dusty chair in front of them like a dog eating **.

When the dried corpse fell down, because its legs had been curled up for a long time.

This caused the corpse to have its two legs straight up when it fell, like two tall scallions.

Wu Xie: "..."

He blinked, his eyes wide with astonishment as he stared at the corpse sprawled on the ground in a comical fashion.

For the first time in days, a look of uncertainty crossed his face.

"Whoa, big brother, what the heck is this It's so bumpy."

After throwing the helmet in his hand, Wu Ling's sanity, which had been momentarily blown apart by fear, gradually returned.

He scrunched up his face, holding a flashlight and scanning the corpse on the ground again. The gruesome sight made him shiver involuntarily, a groan escaping his lips:

"My God, what a good fellow. This man is truly unique in his appearance. He's like he was knocked open by his mother's hammer, hammered all the way home."

"Now is the standard of appearance in the ghost realm so low"

After Wu Ling finished speaking, Wu Xie beside her twitched the corner of her mouth somewhat speechless, and there was still a bit of amusement in her heart.

This was the first time he had ever heard someone say "ghost hitting brick."

This is the first time I've seen someone use a helmet to smash a corpse into two pillars that stick straight up like scallions.

He held back a smile that was out of place, reaching out to pat Wu Ling on the shoulder. Wu Ling stood in front of him like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Alright, Xiaoling, don't panic. This isn't a ghost, it's a mummy, and it looks like it's been dead for a very long time."

"Huh A corpse"

Wu Ling heard this, and the little tuft of hair on her head stood on end.

He wrinkled his nose and shone his flashlight carefully on the ugly, grotesque face before him.

The ghastly light illuminated the ghostly faces on the ground, revealing the horrifying contortions of their desiccated features.

And its shrunken, grotesquely distorted, yet unmoving brown body.

"Heh, good fellow, you're really a corpse, aren't you Does this stench in the room come from him"

Wu Ling said this with a twitch of her nose, then covered it with one hand in disgust, while waving the other under her nose.

"Well done, this tastes like a biological weapon! But brother, I'm a little curious, how did this ugly fellow end up here It's creepy as hell standing right at the front door. Is he greeting guests"

Wu Ling thought about this, couldn't help but touch her chin, and said with a strange expression:

"This welcome ceremony is too unique, right If someone has a heart condition, they'll probably get a VIP tour of hell."

Wu Xie: ...

He lowered his head to look at his younger brother's expression, so earnest that it seemed like he truly believed this corpse was out to pick up customers.

Then he looked again at the corpse, which his younger brother called an unsightly fellow.

After a long silence, Wu Xie couldn't bear to look any longer and raised his hand to wipe his face.

Really, he was very curious at this moment. Why did his younger brother's train of thought always seem so explosive

This time it's going out to greet guests, so next time will I be able to go out to receive guests

What on earth goes on in that little head of his to come up with these wild ideas It's so bizarre!

Wu Xie took a deep breath, raised his hand to rub the small head of his little friend who was seriously thinking in front of him, and said with a wry smile:

"You little brat, don't even think about it! Where do you come up with all these weird ideas What's going on in that head of yours"

"Against the natural order of things to live a long life." Wu Ling gave a slight scoff, shielding his head with his arm while muttering,

"Hey old man, don't touch my smart brain! What if you make me stupid"

Wu Xiah ignored the frown on her child's face and rubbed the head of her dog, saying, "Still that phrase, I raised a fool."

While he was rubbing Wu Ling's dog head, his eyes inevitably fell upon the oddly shaped corpse before him.

Because of the angle, Wu Xie's gaze directly fell upon the wound on the dry corpse's skull.

"Huh"

Looking at the wounds on the dried corpse's skull, Wu Xie's eyes, which had been devoid of any unusual emotion, suddenly narrowed.

Then, his expression turned somewhat serious.

"What's wrong Is something the matter" Wu Ling saw a strange expression on Wu Xie's face and asked.

Wu frowned and nodded, murmuring, "Hmm, this wound looks a little off."

Saying that, he crouched down and carefully observed the wounds on the dry corpse's head from a distance.

The wound on the dried corpse's head was very strange, arc-shaped, and its edges were uneven.

This wound doesn't look like it was caused by a blunt instrument like a hammer, nor does it appear to have been cut by a regular knife.

...like many tiny blades bundled together, forming a multi-edged dagger.

Then, the knife was swiftly plunged into the dry corpse's brain, and the skull was subsequently removed as if it were an object.

Wu Ling, next to Wu, also squatted down after Wu leaned forward.

His gaze also fell upon the corpse's wounds, observing them carefully.

After a moment, Wu Ling looked at the wound on the dry skull and felt a strange sensation in her heart.

He licked his tiny canine teeth, and a groan echoed in his heart.

Wow, no way!

He held a tentative thought in his mind, and with a finger he made a gesture above the dried skull.

As his fingers reached out, Ng Sio-fuk's mind was filled with a possibility.

He narrowed his eyes, a thought crossing his mind.

Moments later, as Wu Ling's fingertip hovered above the dry skull.

Both people present gasped in unison.

Wu Ling's pupils contracted: "Oh my."

Wu Xie's expression on his face wasn't good either: "This is..."s tire burst and he couldn't come. The two people just randomly found a driver on the road.Even the taxi driver didn't know if he was making black money or if the navigation system just led them down...