The body lay flat on an iron bed, covered with a white cloth, beneath which vaguely outlined a human silhouette.
The sudden appearance of the body gave Yang Xiao a very ominous premonition, and at this moment, the sound of a Ghost Bell quickly approached along the dark corridor. With a fierce resolve, Yang Xiao stepped into the cold storage room, gently closing the door behind him.
He could roughly confirm that the infant corpse was here; the temperature was extremely low, and the environment was complex, making it an ideal place to hide a body.
He quietly waited behind the door for a moment, and the bell sound gradually faded away as the female ghost left.
Raising his flashlight towards the corpse on the iron bed, Yang Xiao mustered the courage to approach. He didn't want to check closely, but he had no choice — first out of curiosity about the body's identity, second... he worried that the corpse itself might have issues.
