"We discovered several strange corpses here, very peculiar. You need to come and have a look."
Zhou An led Su Changxing towards the warehouse, "When we encountered them, they seemed like living people, though their consciousness was unclear, they could still speak."
"What kind of people?" Su Changxing asked.
Zhou An thought for a moment and said, "I can't quite describe it, you'll know when you see them."
The warehouse exuded a chilly atmosphere. Three corpses lay on the ground, with one suture mark after another on their bodies.
The heads of two of the bodies were separated, cut off by a blade, likely Zhou An's sword.
"The sutures on their bodies weren't done by us; they were already there before they died," Zhou An explained.
The sutures were numerous, making the three corpses appear like stitched together blood puppets.
"Their internal organs are a mushy mess, and I have no idea how they were still alive in this state," Zhou An continued.
