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I hurriedly asked, "Wang Wei, are you okay?"
Wang Wei wiped his face with force, removing the blood that had smeared across it. However, he pointed to something above his head. Following his finger, I looked up and saw a living corpse, or at least it seemed alive, nailed above the Gallery.
Blood was flowing from its limbs. I knew this was horrifying, and my breath became quick and shallow.
I called for Wang Wei to come over quickly!
Upon hearing me, Wang Wei hurried away. It struck me as strange that no blood had dripped on my face when we passed by earlier.
At that moment, Chen San's complexion also changed dramatically.
I turned to look at the person and asked, "Is it alive?" My breathing grew heavier, and to my shock, the person nailed above blinked.
Their mouth opened slightly, but their body was covered in blood, creating an unsettling sight that sent chills down my spine. It was a sensation that crawled from my scalp all the way to my feet.
I swallowed hard.
At that moment, I felt utterly lost; my eyes were fixed on this scene. I couldn't see a trace of a soul within them, yet it seemed like this person had no intention of dying.
Could this be part of the process of creating a Dried Corpse? I thought to myself. First, they bring in a living person and then cut their body open in several places while avoiding vital areas, allowing the victim to watch their own blood drain away while feeling death approach step by step.
I averted my gaze and asked, "Can you speak?"
But the person couldn't move at all; only their eyes could shift. I wanted to save them, but as I reached out, Chen San stopped me.
Chen San shook his head and said, "It's useless; he's no different from a dead man now."
I know, but...
I sighed in resignation. If I let him go, he would undoubtedly suffer even more. He was nailed up there, his flesh fused with the nails that had long embedded themselves into the ceiling.
Just thinking about that kind of pain made me break out in a cold sweat and my scalp tingle. It was definitely worse than the cries I had endured before; in fact, I felt it might even surpass them.
The only part of that person still able to move were his blinking eyes, which were even dripping blood.
We continued to walk forward, and suddenly I felt an urge to take revenge on this murderer. I quickened my pace, thinking that the end of the corridor must be where the killer was hiding.
But just a few steps later, I stopped.
Wang Wei thought I was about to leave and hurriedly said, "Saning, your decision is the right one."
I looked at Wang Wei in surprise. I hadn’t said anything, so how did he come to believe my decision was correct? After he spoke, he turned and walked outside, telling Chen San, "We can leave now."
I cursed that damn Wang Wei in my heart; his fear of death had reached an extreme.
I turned around but didn’t intend to leave. I just wanted to end that man's life, to help him die and be reborn sooner.
I followed Wang Wei but stopped when I reached the body.
I couldn’t even be bothered to explain anything to Wang Wei.
I directly addressed the man nailed to the wall: "I'm going to set you free now; if you agree, blink twice."
He indeed blinked twice. At that moment, I no longer hesitated. I reached out and pulled his soul out. However, once the soul was extracted, I realized it was incomplete. Such a soul could never descend to the Underworld or be reincarnated; it was just like Soybean’s soul had been.
I thought of Soybean and reached out to touch the head of the person in front of me. Sure enough, I felt a nail at the location of the Crown of the Soul.
I pulled the nail out, and instantly, blood stained my palm.
Damn it, it really was like that. After I removed the nail, the soul immediately began to restore itself.
I wanted to ask him a question, but I found that this Soul was dazed and clueless, completely unaware of anything—like an unconscious Vengeful Spirit.
I said, "Go to Reincarnation."
But what I didn't expect was that this Soul actually flew towards my eyes. However, before it got close, I instinctively resisted, causing the spirit to disintegrate just one centimeter away from my eyes.
I stumbled back a few steps in shock.
Chen San and Wang Wei looked at me with a hint of surprise.
They could see the soul that had been pulled out from me, but just moments ago, it was as if a burst of fire had erupted from my eyes, instantly incinerating the approaching spirit until nothing remained.
Wang Wei had once said that my eyes could devour souls. Now it seemed that these eyes no longer needed the nourishment of a soul.
I felt a bit dazed myself, wondering why this soul didn't go to Reincarnation. Or perhaps when I mentioned Reincarnation, it flew towards my eyes. But my momentary resistance had caused it to vanish into ash.
All of this happened in an instant. Although I had seen many souls before, what had just occurred left me somewhat bewildered.
Wang Wei said, "Saning, what's wrong with your eyes?"
What was wrong with my eyes?
Wang Wei continued, "It seems like they're even more powerful than before."
I don't find it strange that I am stronger than before, because after all, these eyes were reborn only after Chen Li performed the Ritual Burial for me.
If I weren't stronger than before, wouldn't that mean Chen Li died for nothing? I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
The air here is thick and murky, a mix of blood and decay.
Soybean met the same fate, and Third Uncle once appeared in a dream, warning me not to take Soybean's body away. But I couldn't tell if that was just a dream.
Could it be that Third Uncle is hiding deep within this corridor?
Are these masterminds behind it all also Third Uncle? The thought made me gasp in shock. Could it be that Third Uncle is really dead?
That night, after he smashed my window and asked for the Wooden Box, I refused to give it to him, and the next day he was dead. Such a bizarre death made me wonder if perhaps Third Uncle never really died at all. If he didn’t die, then there wouldn’t be any missing corpse; maybe he simply crawled out of his coffin.
But with so many bodies here, what exactly is he trying to accomplish?
He can separate the soul from the body and even leave part of his soul within the body—what could be his intention?
Is he trying to control the corpses? Or does he have some other motive?
Even more horrifying is the fact that he would turn against his own grandson.
A chill ran down my spine, and I suddenly stopped in my tracks. This situation felt too terrifying. The corridor was dark and damp, extending further underground.
Even lighting a candle here didn't help much; the light was dim as if the flame was being suppressed, preventing the candle from producing its usual heat.
I could feel an unsettling cold creeping in.
Was this done with a scalpel? Were these bodies separated so meticulously? A scalpel—surely Third Uncle wasn't a doctor in his youth!
I had never heard of such a thing before.
Suddenly, the word "Butcher" came to my mind. In ancient times, there was a person named Butcher, renowned for his exceptional knife skills, able to perfectly separate food into meat and bones.
His technique was truly extraordinary, reaching a level of mastery.
At this moment, I couldn't help but associate this term with Third Uncle, especially since the person I had just seen was nearly in that state.
His entire body was bleeding, yet he was not dead. Such knife skills required every cut to avoid vital points.
The atmosphere here was oppressive. I glanced at the corpse hanging on the wall a few times, examining it closely. The subtle knife marks were not very obvious, likely because the body had been hanging there for quite some time.
However, when my hand touched it, I discovered that the layer of skin clinging to the bones could be peeled away, much like a woman's skirt can be lifted.
After peeling back that layer of human skin, I felt an immediate wave of nausea wash over me; it was as if my stomach were churning violently.
Chen San couldn't help but exclaim, "This method is truly cruel!"
Wang Wei quickly handed me a cigarette and said, "Saning, smoke this to calm your nerves."
But just as I took the cigarette and lit it, I suddenly heard a series of urgent sounds...
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