Habit

Considering that life-saving gear like their backpacks and tents was still at the camp, Jiang Cheng glanced at Huai Yi. The latter, quite sensibly, said he was tired and would stay behind to watch the camp.

After walking for quite a while, Jiang Cheng and the others finally found the other group behind a massive boulder.

Everyone was gathered together, their faces unusually grim.

When Jiang Cheng and Gongsun Zhiruo arrived, Zi Gui and the others stepped aside. A horrifying scene came into view, and the Fatty's face stiffened.

Right behind the boulder lay a corpse in a terrible state. Judging by the remnants of her clothing, it was Chan Li.

But...

"Where's her head?" Gongsun Zhiruo looked up, her eyes filled with shock and fear. Little flesh remained on the corpse, but the bones were relatively intact. The head was the only thing missing.

Zhou Yuxuan, who had been staring at the skeleton, shook his head. "I don't know. This is how she looked when we got here."

"We looked around nearby, but couldn't find her head." Zi Gui took his eyes off the skeleton, a hint of sorrow in his voice.

"Her head was taken away," Jiang Cheng said.

It was obvious enough. They just didn't know why.

"When my son and daughter-in-law died, they looked about the same as her, but worse... much worse. Their bodies weren't just missing flesh; their bones were broken too," Shang Mo said shakily.

"What about their heads?" Zhou Yuxuan pressed.

"Their heads were gone too. The police searched the whole house but couldn't find them." Remembering what he had seen back then, Shang Mo looked terrible. It was clear that he was suppressing immense pain.

It seemed that after killing someone, this Starving Ghost had a habit of taking their head.