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At the very moment the sound ceased, the person who had been standing in the center of the morgue moved, slowly unzipping the body bag.

Zhou Bai then noticed that the person's palms were of different sizes, appearing as if deformed.

As the body bag was opened, a pale and unfamiliar face was revealed, the person's eyelids trembled slightly; they were not yet dead.

"Who is this? How did they end up in a bag without being dead?"

Ever since the hospital had turned eerie, the events occurring there had become increasingly bizarre for Zhou Bai. His thoughts were incessantly spinning, feeling as if everything was interlinked yet always lacking a clue.

The green figure circled around the still-living man, inspecting him, and then walked over to the workbench to grab a large cleaver.

"What's he going to do to that man? Should I stop him?"