"Who is this?" the elder sister looked at Lin Shen and asked.
"This is my colleague from the Celestial Master Institute, Kong Chuan," Lin Shen merely clarified Kong Chuan's identity and did not introduce them further.
"Come, take a look." The elder sister led them outside to a tattered bed, lifted the torn bedsheet, revealing the corpses of two humans beneath it.
The two male humans appeared to be in their thirties, prime years of their lives.
In death, their faces bore eerie smiles. The corners of their mouths stretched backward, resembling those clowns meant to make people laugh on stage.
This made them look both ridiculous and disturbingly insincere, giving anyone who saw them a chilling discomfort.
Besides the odd smiles, there was a red handprint in the center of their chests, a sinister crimson hue resembling a blood-stained hand had pressed against them.
