Li Yao let out a shriek, her trembling voice filled with intense terror, almost hysterical.
Yet her scream did not bring Yang Jian over. Instead, it startled the nearby residents.
Quite a few people turned to look at Li Yao, their eyes carrying strange expressions as though they were curious why this woman had reacted so strongly.
As for the person who had stood up with a painting frame over their head, the others were no longer as panicked as they had been at first.
Because this person was not dead. If they could stand up, then they should be alive.
As for ghosts and supernatural incidents, none of them connected it to anything like that. Such concepts simply did not exist in their minds.
"It's probably some kind of magic performance. Maybe performance art. It nearly scared me to death—I really thought it was a corpse just now," someone commented, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Probably not. It doesn't look like it. The wound on that leg doesn't look fake, and it's still bleeding."
"Maybe it's a realistic mannequin that someone in the complex threw away."
The security guard immediately said, "I've already called the police. For everyone's safety, please don't get any closer. Whether it's a mannequin or a magic performance, wait for the authorities to handle it."
"Let me see what this thing really is."
One bold person grew curious and took the initiative to walk over, grabbing the frame and shaking it as if trying to remove it.
With only a slight shake—
The oil painting around the corpse's neck immediately fell off. But what was horrifying was that the corpse's head was gone. Its neck was completely empty, blood continuously seeping from the severed stump, and a thick stench of blood spread through the