The hall was dark and profound, with only a few remaining candles illuminating just a small corner. At the boundary between light and shadow, corpses lay tangled together, some face up, others face down. Faintly visible were faces twisted in grimaces or smiling blissfully, evidently having died in a moment of pleasure, ascending to paradise only to be met by sudden death.
Li Zhi silently walked to Princess Wancheng, pulling her from the chair and pushing her to the ground beside him. With this movement, decayed flesh fell from her body, leaving just a skeletal framework of arms and calves.
Li Zhi sat on the chair, which was sticky, and he couldn't tell if it was decayed fluid or corpse oil. Li Zhi didn't mind at all; he just sat there, deep in thought.
