Chapter 567 There Once Was a Girl Named Xiaomei

The corpse's limbs appeared slender and were covered with scars. Its wet, short hair was nearly plastered onto the skull.

Mutou Yi Lin waved her hand, and the corpse began to float, dripping black water from its soaked clothes into the gradually rising pool of black water in the bomb shelter.

Due to years of soaking, blisters of various sizes had formed on the surface of the corpse.

It was a miracle that it hadn't completely decayed.

Who knew what scientific composition that black water had, for it masked such wondrous skin-care effects? The semi-decayed female corpse retained a vestige of rosiness. If other women saw this, perhaps they would rejoice with wild elation.

When the pale-skinned corpse was fished out of the black water by Mutou Yi Lin, the contrast between black and white was a visually striking and powerful contrast.

The face of the corpse was so rotted that its original appearance was unrecognizable.