"Fuck..." Though he had expected Wan Ming to be in danger, the sight of her corpse still made Huai Yi curse.
"H-How... how could this happen?" Bai Xiaojie's voice trembled.
Jiang Cheng and Miao Qing were calmer. Once they realized Wan Ming's body was missing, their first thought was to look for it so they could determine more precisely how she had died and how the ghost killed.
"Please take her head away," Jiang Cheng said to Jiang Zhao, whose face had turned ashen. "We need to move the bed."
It wasn't a big deal if someone died during a mission. If they had insisted on moving the bed yesterday, it was hard to say who might have ended up lying here instead.
Jiang Zhao was clearly better than his apprentice at recognizing the situation. He wrapped Wan Ming's head in a blanket and carried it to one side.
This time, the four of them barely had to exert themselves to lift the bed.
There were some odds and ends beneath it, but Wan Ming's missing body was nowhere to be found.
Just as they were about to put the bed back, a hurried voice called out, "Wait!" Liu Hui cried. She bent down, staring beneath the bed frame. "Look, what's that?"
It was hard to see from that angle, so they stood the bed upright and leaned it against the wall. Now they could see clearly. Near the middle of the underside were several strange marks, like knife slashes, spreading out in a radial pattern.
Jiang Cheng stepped forward, spread his fingers, and pressed his hand against the marks. In an instant, Ouyang Huanbin's resentment vanished, and his breathing grew ragged.
Jiang Cheng's hand roughly matched the marks, but the sight of the scratches left beneath the bed sent