The blood splashed across his face was scalding hot, burning White Wolf's skin and sending his nerves into a frenzy.
A wisp of Eerie Glow in the darkness was the final glimmer in Mu Xiaohui's eyes before she died, yet it was filled with hatred and unwillingness.
Crimson blood trickled down White Wolf's jaw bit by bit. As their eyes met, he seemed to hear Mu Xiaohui questioning him:
"Why?!"
Not until Mu Xiaohui's head drooped limply did the blood-soaked front of her clothes cease its rise and fall.
White Wolf lowered his head in anguish, the flesh on his face bunching together with regret.
But moments later, when he raised his head again, the emotions in his eyes had settled, and his labored breathing gradually slowed.
"Impossible. No one could approach me without a sound and go unnoticed.
"You cannot be Mu Xiaohui. You must be that ghost mocking me."
Anyone who had survived until now could not be an ordinary person.
Within a second, White Wolf had arrived at an answer firm enough to steady his heart. It was also the only explanation he was willing to believe.
He bent down and slowly used his military knife to pry open the layer of skin that had already been sliced apart at Mu Xiaohui's throat.
Blood was still flowing, a horrifying sight.
The human skin peeled outward, twisting her into something no longer human.
"Skin, windpipe, blood vessels..."
Like a seasoned forensic examiner, White Wolf used that military knife to open up the corpse, carefully searching for this body's "secret."
It was exceptionally human-like, without the slightest flaw.
There seemed to be no reason to doubt Mu Xiaohui's identity. Yet White Wolf's keen senses detected something unusual about the corpse.
Her eyes.
White Wolf carefully dug into Mu Xiaohui's