"What is that?"
Jiang Qiao's gaze sharpened as he walked toward the indentation. The others also stopped what they were doing and looked in that direction.
It was the mark left by a corpse in a black Zhongshan suit after it had been blasted away. The inside of the wall was dark bluish-green soil, and embedded within that soil was a hand.
The hand was small, and it looked like a woman's hand.
Its five fingers were slender and long, its skin an eerie, deathly pale. But what was horrifying was that the hand was actually "alive"!
That was right.
Alive.
Unlike the other corpses, it was neither rotten nor shriveled. Instead, it looked as though a living person's hand had just been cut off and embedded into the wall.
Even the tiny capillaries beneath its skin were visible.
Its nails had been neatly trimmed and painted with pale pink nail polish.
"What the hell is this?"
Shen Boxia also came closer, a trace of gravity appearing on his face.
Jiang Qiao crouched down and carefully examined the hand. It was buried in the wall, its wrist connected to the wall as though it had grown out of it.
Even stranger was this.
Jiang Qiao reached out, intending to touch it, but the instant he got close, the hand suddenly moved!
Its five fingers curled slightly, as if responding to his movement.
"Hiss—"
Jin Shanba sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively took two steps back.
But Jiang Qiao did not sense any danger.
That was very strange.
It was clearly a hand "living" inside the wall, yet it had no Supernatural Aura at all.
No chilling cold.
No eerie presence.
Not even the slightest feeling that an evil entity should possess.
It was like an ordinary hand that had