I quietly asked Qinghan if he had ever heard of something similar because if it was a hallucination, why would everyone see the same thing?
Qinghan and I didn't see the woman and child they were talking about, so he said he couldn't judge. He had seen a type of plant that resembled a human female's figure, but it was evidently a plant, somewhat like the Ginsengfruit that was popular a few years ago.
He had never seen a plant with white skin and long hair. We had previously encountered bizarre creatures that used human corpses as bait, so perhaps there were such things here as well.
But what kind of corpse can remain uncorrupted for years?
When I asked this question, Qinghan stared at me fixedly, the answer was implicit.
I punched him, causing the crew cut nearby to turn and look at us, then shake his head and sigh, muttering about how the stench of love is everywhere.
