Senior Sister Jiang moved the skeleton's neck and chest area, and finally said with a confirming tone:
"It's suicide. The body has only one wound, on the neck."
The flashlight's beam illuminated the ground next to the skeleton, where a Short Knife lay dropped, its once bloodstained blade now tainted black, merging with the rust.
"I understand now."
Song Yutang heard her companion speak in a suddenly deep tone.
Jiang Yunmei still squatted there with her back to her, without standing up.
"Understand what?"
"I was thinking, this Cult is not just made up of followers, not just the sorcerer you're pursuing, but behind it, there must exist some sort of greater evil, a larger force... perhaps a supernatural being that transcends humanity."
"...Not a human worm?"
Up to now, the only ghosts and monsters Song Yutang had encountered were human worms, nothing but large mature specimens, different only from the smaller juvenile stage.
