The Real and the Fake

Inside the dim supermarket, there was no one in sight, and the air was thick with an inescapable stench of decay.

Most horrifying of all, the rows of shelves held not merchandise or snacks, but pale human heads. These heads were all fresh; some even retained their color, looking rather rosy, as though they had just been taken from living people.

Yang Jian and Li Yang were hiding behind a shelf filled with heads.

Because the sound of a cart came from the empty supermarket filled with human heads.

Someone was pushing a cart slowly in their direction.

This place was so bizarre that no normal living person could possibly be here. Even if there were any, they would have fled in terror long ago instead of lingering here.

Therefore, Yang Jian and Li Yang could act without concern.

"It's here."

Yang Jian and Li Yang silently thought to themselves. They could both sense that the source of the sound was extremely close.

About seven meters away.

The two remained silent and motionless, still hidden without being discovered.

Suddenly.

The sound of the cart stopped.

The person pushing it seemed to have stopped before a row of head-filled shelves, and then all sound fell silent once more.

There seemed to be no movement.

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly. Cautiously, he peeked out, hoping to see what exactly had approached.

In the dim surroundings, a pair of eerie eyes glowing red peered out.

He saw a shopping cart.

The cart was filled with human heads. Those heads had already begun to rot, corpse spots blooming across their skin. Their complexions were no longer rosy, but pale, blackened, and foul-smelling, giving off a stench of decay.

They had been there too long, and the heads had started to spoil.

Pushing the cart