502, in the darkness.
Su Qiao tilted her little head.
"Who did Sis just ask me to save? That auntie? Looks like it's too late... Ghost Qi +900."
"What a cruel uncle. Ghost Qi +800."
Just then, her body suddenly tensed.
Because she saw that uncle standing outside 501. Before entering, he suddenly looked back and gave her a meaningful smile.
"Has that creepy uncle set his sights on me?! Ghost Qi +999!"
Su Qiao sucked in a cold breath.
He entered 502.
The room was a mess and exceptionally damp. Large patches of paint had peeled off the walls, and a layer of water covered the floor. Something seemed to have happened here to leave it like this.
"No, not here, not here."
"Get out, hurry up and get out. The child isn't here..."
Although the auntie was already barely breathing, she still screamed frantically when she saw Jiang Chen enter her home, trying to stop him.
It seemed the home held some unbearable memory, or a secret she had buried deep.
Jiang Chen searched around.
In the kitchen cupboards, refrigerator, under the bed, and on top of a cabinet, he found pieces of corpses wrapped in cling film. Some were still relatively fresh; others had already rotted.
Without exception, the skin on these body parts was incomplete, as though they had suffered unimaginably horrific treatment before death.
And these were all adult corpses.
Not children's.
They were probably innocent people the woman had tricked into her home and killed through some brutal means.
Finally, in a small compartment used to store clutter in the bathroom, Jiang Chen found a child's mangled corpse. Judging by its size, the child had been around five or six, its entire body ulcerated, blackened with rot, and stinking.
"Auntie, is this your