"Damn! What the hell is that?!"
The Young Man was startled by the corpse's movement. He cursed and quickly backed away.
The corpse struggled with all its strength, slowly pulling its body free from the chair leg. Its intestines kept spilling out through the hole in its stomach.
Yet as if it felt no pain at all, the corpse charged at the Young Man, its eyes flickering with light.
The Young Man's body suddenly stiffened, frozen in place.
Just as the corpse was about to reach him, the Young Man bit the tip of his tongue and cursed, "Have a taste of this Dao Master's precious treasure!"
With that, the Young Man regained his ability to move. He pulled the head from his backpack and threw it at the corpse.
The head's closed eyes suddenly opened. It revealed a sinister smile, opened its mouth, and bit into the corpse.
Then—
Like a meat grinder, the head kept tearing into the corpse with bite after bite.
The corpse's flesh vanished at an astonishing speed, leaving behind nothing but a skeleton.
The head crashed heavily to the floor, its mouth filled with blood.
"Hmph!"
The Young Man snorted smugly. He cast a wary glance at the head, then directly covered it with his backpack and packed it away before rushing toward the second floor with an irritated expression.
Meanwhile, Wang Ye, who had reached the second floor first, frowned deeply.
From an emergency operating room not far away came a series of sounds.
'Thump.'
'Thump.'
A steady pounding echoed through the corridor from behind the laboratory doors.
It seemed—
Like a heartbeat.
Wang Ye noticed that there was not a single Ghost Slave anywhere on the second floor.
Listening to that rhythmic sound, he felt the atmosphere grow oppressive.
It was as