Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing had barely reached the doorway when their faces turned pale again.
The two of them saw that Ma Xiangling's body, after his death, had initially been propped up by a stick and stood in the middle of the house. After Qian Ying entered the room, he had knocked the stick away, causing the supported body to collapse onto the floor.
But now, the corpse that had originally been lying on the ground was once again standing in the middle of the house, restored to its original state.
The two stared at the scene before them, their expressions indescribable and their hearts heavy with frustration. They truly did not know what to say. The enemy hidden in the shadows had restored the corpse to its original state—this was clearly a provocation aimed at them.
What was being provoked? The enemy was hiding in the darkness, watching them struggle back and forth, while they had no way to find him.
It was so infuriating they could spit blood, yet there was nothing they could do. After exchanging glances, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing slowly walked over to Ma Xiangling's upright body.
Sure enough, the discarded stick was back in its original position, propping up his chin.
Ma Xiangling's eyes were still round and slightly bloodshot, while the corners of his mouth remained faintly curled upward, just as conspicuous as before.
Damn it!
Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing looked at the scene, their faces dark as the bottom of a pot.
But the house was only so large, with no furniture inside. A single glance around revealed nothing at all.
Since it liked standing, then let it stand for now. They could lay it down again when they took Ma Xiangling's body away later.
The two nodded again.