At the entrance to Factory Two, Hong Fu faced several mangled corpses strewn across the ground. Stepping through the lingering stench of blood, he said gravely:
"Sister Nian, make the call."
Having lost his eyes, Hong Fu could only smell the dense, nauseating odor rising from the ground. Chang Nian, meanwhile, could see everything there clearly.
Even though Chang Nian had seen her share of horrors, and even though the scene before them had been created by her own hand, she still could not help feeling physically sick when the moment truly came.
Ten employees had died across the four factory buildings, yet seven corpses had piled up in Factory Two.
Those seven corpses were already utterly unrecognizable. Their features, limbs, torsos, even their organs had all been hollowed out and stripped away, leaving behind nothing but empty shells.
The most blood had been spilled in Factory Two. It had already flowed out of the building, countless pieces of human tissue soaking in an ocean of blood. The entire factory was like Human Purgatory, or a slaughterhouse for human bodies.
The seven mutilated corpses were piled to one side like crawfish shells left over after a meal, all of them soaking in Bloody Water.
At the factory entrance, however, a crimson "doll" lay quietly on its back.
A severed hand lay half a meter away from it, close yet separate. With that hand, the doll would become a complete human figure.
This was the employees' only means of fighting back against Ghosts in the Well. Since the rule here was that every complete human figure would create another ghost—
Then perhaps, when faced with a single ghost, the employees could use corpses to create one of their own and make the two ghosts clash in their slaughter. Perhaps that was