"Still not dead?"
Chen Shouyi was surprised and instinctively looked at the corpse's eyes.
His eyes were half-open, half-closed. Through his eyelids, perhaps due to the lighting, Chen Shouyi vaguely felt as though the eyes of the corpse were emitting a faint, eerie glow.
He watched for a while, then retreated back into the courtyard.
It wasn't out of fear, but rather because the smell was too unbearable.
As Chen Shouyi sat down, Chen Xingyue leaned close, whispering, "Did you find anything?"
"It's right there, can't you go and see for yourself?" Chen Shouyi glanced at her and said.
"Don't be so stingy, just tell me already."
"Don't talk about death, be careful or it may come true!"
Chen Xingyue was a bit startled:
"Brother, if you keep doing this, I won't talk to you anymore."
"I'm not teasing you anymore," Chen Shouyi said earnestly in a low voice, "The hand is still moving, but it's tied up. I doubt there's anything for you to worry about today."
