What was going on?
Chen Shanshan, who had been lying on Sen Jin's solid, dependable back, suddenly jolted. Every muscle in her body instinctively tensed.
"Don't tense up. Don't show anything unusual. Whatever you do, don't let him notice you!" Yang Rui's familiar voice warned her.
Chen Shanshan bit her lip. "Boss, you make it sound so easy. You're describing something that terrifying and then telling me not to panic? Are you messing with me? What happened?"
There was silence on the other end for several seconds before he spoke again. "I saw Sen Jin's corpse somewhere..."
"A corpse?"
Chen Shanshan's expression stiffened. I didn't hear him wrong, did I? He said corpse? Then what is carrying me right now?
"Really... is it a corpse?" Chen Shanshan asked cautiously. She suddenly felt that the cheerful man carrying her was incredibly sinister. The reliable feeling she had before vanished in an instant...
"I'm not entirely sure..." Yang Rui's voice was low. "It felt as if Sen Jin had taken root there and turned into a tree man. His skin had been draped over the tree, becoming part of it. His flesh and blood seemed to have been completely drained, then replaced by the trunk itself. I think it must have been an extremely painful process, because I've never seen such a tortured, twisted expression in my life. He was even more of an evil spirit than the ones in movies!"
"Uncle... in a situation like this, shouldn't you use a slightly gentler description? You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
Chen Shanshan's tone as she transmitted her voice was practically trembling with sobs.
"I'm saying it this way because I hope you'll give up on him..." Yang Rui's voice dropped. "I don't know why, but you seem rather close to that