Saintess

Considering what Shang Mo had said earlier, it was easy to guess who the figure was. It was Shang Zuo—or, more accurately, a ghost disguised as Shang Zuo.

The people who took the photos were undoubtedly Shang Zuo's parents.

One could imagine that their deaths had been quite gruesome.

As if responding to everyone's guesses, Shang Mo nodded. His voice hoarse, he said, "Later, I managed to get these photos from the police through certain channels. You..." Perhaps he was remembering what he had seen back then. Shang Mo's lips had gone pale, and he looked at least ten years older.

Jiang Cheng reached out and took the photos Shang Mo handed him. They showed a scene drenched in scarlet. On the bed in the bedroom and across the floor, there were dismembered bodies everywhere.

The flesh had been gnawed off the corpses, leaving nothing but skeletons with scraps of meat clinging to them, surrounded by pools of blood.

Several of the younger women looked away, unable to bear seeing any more.

Shang Mo took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice. "From that day on, Shang Zuo disappeared. No one ever saw him again. What the police couldn't understand was that there were security cameras all around his home, but not one caught him returning or leaving. Not a single camera!"

"No human could have done that. And... and you saw the photos. They were clearly eaten. How could a person have done that? It had to be a ghost! The ghost sealed inside this snow mountain!"

"It's out..."

At this point, Shang Mo's shoulders began to tremble. His eyes reddened, and he became completely hysterical.

Compared with Shang Mo's exaggerated reaction, Jiang Cheng was more concerned by what he had said: "It had to be a