The bluish-purple corpses began to emerge from the melting snow.
Every so often, gruesomely twisted human figures lay by the roadside, their wide-open mouths seemingly showcasing their misfortune.
By this time, Gu Mian and the others had begun their journey as the temperatures warmed.
Chu Changge was at the window, watching the bodies that occasionally surfaced. "Those are all people who froze to death. They were immediately buried by heavy snow after death and remained hidden until the snow began to melt."
Fatty stole a quick glance at the corpses on the ground before looking away again.
These are real corpses, not like the fake data in the instances. For some reason, Fatty found these corpses more bone-chilling than the terrifying ghosts in the instances.
Their contorted limbs and features testified to their desperate struggles before death. But it was all in vain; they had sunk beneath the snow. Some passersby might not even have known they were stepping over a corpse.
