In the pitch-black underground passage, only a single blue candle flame flickered, illuminating a deathly pale woman's face covered in corpse spots. She stared straight at Ren Ye and murmured, "Will you... will you marry me?"
Her hoarse voice did not echo through the empty passage. It seemed that only Ren Ye could hear it, now near, now far, like a whisper beside his ear and a voice drifting from the horizon.
Ren Ye instinctively curled up his bovine body, trembling as he thought, Holy shit, your tastes really are peculiar! I'm a bull! Are you sure you can stomach that?
"Will you marry me?!!"
Within the candlelight, her voice turned shrill and icy, instantly coating the walls in the darkness with a layer of glittering frost.
Sensing her murderous intent, Ren Daniú immediately replied timidly, "Easy, big sister. Let me think about it, just for a moment...!"
Tap, tap, tap...!
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded in the distance, and another blue candle flame flared to life. A mummy-like "living thing" slowly approached, half its body illuminated by the candlelight, looking horrifying and uncanny.
At first, Ren Ye could not make out the mummy's sex, because its appearance was simply too indistinct and frightening. Put simply, this living thing looked as though someone had thrown it into a cremation furnace, then dragged it back out halfway through. Its entire body looked half-cremated.
His face, limbs, back, and neck were all charred, his mangled flesh stuck together haphazardly and dried out over long years. His flesh had darkened, making him look like a walking slab of cured meat, covered in pustules and malformed lumps.
His left eye socket had burned into a pulpy mess, and his eyeball protruded, dangling against his uneven face. His upper and lower lips had almost entirely burned