"What happened?"
Ye Qianfan and Shen Lang rushed out of their rooms and quickly pushed open the door to Fugui's room.
Fortunately, Fugui wasn't dead. He was standing beside his bed in his underclothes, his face deathly pale as he pointed at the quilt and shrieked, "There... there... there's a corpse in my bed! I didn't kill her! I didn't kill anyone!"
"No one said you killed anyone. Let me take a look."
Ye Qianfan had lost count of how many people he had killed. Of course, aside from having once been a butcher, he was now somewhat influenced by Ye Fu as well. In any case, when it came to dead people...
He felt he was growing increasingly indifferent.
Rustle!
He pulled back the quilt to reveal the corpse of a woman wearing a red bellyband.
But Ye Qianfan couldn't see any wounds on her, or even any signs of death, which puzzled him. There was still some light on her body, too. A soulless corpse would have gray energy gathered all over it.
Could this woman...
Still be alive?
But that couldn't be right.
Ye Qianfan held a finger beside the woman's nose, only to discover that she wasn't breathing at all!
"Shen Lang, come feel her."
Ye Qianfan called to Shen Lang.
There was nothing else he could do!
He had no real skin or real hands, so he couldn't feel temperature.
He couldn't exactly have Ye Fu stick out a tentacle and touch her!
Besides...
Even if he wanted Ye Fu to feel her temperature or something, Ye Qianfan would have to transfer his one soul and two spirits into Ye Fu's body.
That was even less practical!
"Huh?" Shen Lang froze, then said hesitantly, "That wouldn't be right, would it? We should still respect the