The hidden wooden board inside the wardrobe was partially moved, revealing the item concealed within the wardrobe.
Qian Cangyi raised his head and saw a face, ghastly pale with cadaveric spots—it was the face of a dead man, and one he recognized.
It was indeed Old Wang's face, the same Old Wang who was playing cards at Granny Chen's house.
Qian Cangyi sniffed; the corpse had no odor, just like the one in the loft.
If there were a stench of decay, it wouldn't have been hidden in such a place.
He secured his dagger and turned off the safety helmet light.
"Liang Ping, you—" Ran Ya came over, and at the same time, she too saw the corpse inside the wardrobe.
Just as she was about to scream, a hand covered her mouth.
Qian Cangyi's right hand firmly covered her, and of course, not covering the nose. Before moving the wooden board, he had already anticipated this situation.
It was for this reason that he had warned Ran Ya not to look.
