Such a bizarre laughter suddenly ringing in everyone's ears.
That face was deathly pale, without a hint of blood.
Liang Yuan instinctively gasped and took a step back.
Only then did he realize that this was a hanging corpse.
The corpse was hung on the door, swaying gently with the wind.
In the living room, dressed in white pajamas stained with blood, Wang Yanmei was hugging a severely decayed female corpse, giggling joyfully.
The female corpse was none other than her daughter, Liu Chang.
In this house, besides the corpse at the door, there were hanging corpses on the balcony, in the kitchen, and in the living room.
From a distance, one might think the room was filled with people!
This scene truly made one's scalp tingle.
Ding Yan felt a chill run down her spine and whispered, "What is she doing? Why is she hanging these corpses up?"
Liang Yuan shook his head, his gaze fixedly resting on Wang Yanmei.
