Xia Yuqing froze in place. "Corpse moving? Are you crazy?" she asked, staring at Rong Xi, who was trembling like a leaf. Her face had drained of all color, and her lips were quivering so badly they looked like they might fall apart.
She looked truly terrified. This wasn't a joke. Not a prank. Not a dramatic overreaction. She was pale and shaking, eyes locked in horror at the body lying motionless on the floor.
Xia Yuqing followed her gaze to the dead body lying on the floor. At first, nothing seemed different… but then, something shifted. The corpse twitched. Just barely—but enough to make her heart stop. Her eyes widened in disbelief. No. That wasn't possible.
Suddenly, the body moved again.
This time, it was clearer. Her chest rose, slowly, weakly, like someone struggling to take in air after nearly drowning. Xia Yuqing's blood ran cold. Her limbs went stiff. She stared, paralyzed by a blend of shock and dread.
