The Corpse's Mutation

Wang Shanshan was still as aloof as ever. Under the lights at night, her fair skin seemed slightly translucent, as if it were bloodless, yet it did not look deathly pale. Having learned dance since childhood, she always walked with a certain grace and lightness. It was hard to imagine that such a peculiar girl existed in this world.

But who could have imagined what she had gone through to become like this?

"I didn't see you at today's gathering," Yang Jian suddenly said as he walked beside her.

"My dad told me to go, but I wasn't interested, so I didn't. Besides, I don't really like crowded places. I only come out for a stroll at night. I rarely go out normally," Wang Shanshan said.

"That won't do," Yang Jian said. "You should get out more. There's no need to see yourself as some kind of freak."

"I like it this way, and it's pretty good this way," Wang Shanshan replied.

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, but he said nothing more. After all, he could not understand what kind of state Wang Shanshan was in now.

Soon enough.

The two arrived before the tall walls of a building that resembled a temple. Its main gates were shut and locked, clearly barring entry and exit. Surveillance cameras had been installed all around it.

The dilapidated old Republican-era house from before was hidden inside.

After Wang Shanshan unlocked the door, they entered the residence. A heavy coffin sat in the middle of the hall. Under the lights, a hazy glow covered its surface. In the dim, silent night, the sight of such a thing was inexplicably unsettling.

"I was sleeping upstairs before, and this thing woke me up," she said, pointing at the coffin.

"You've really got nerves of steel," Yang