Dragon's Fang Port, temporary morgue.
This place had been converted from a large refrigerated shipping container. The acrid smell of disinfectant mixed with the faint scent of blood, creating a nauseating odor.
Leading Han Feng, Liu Zhen pushed open the heavy lead door.
A biting, white mist rushed out to meet them.
Inside the container, the burly corpse of a man lay silently on a metal autopsy table.
His skin had an unnatural, waxy yellow pallor. In his chest was a fist-sized, bloody hole, the muscle around its edges peeled back.
But aside from that, the rest of his body was almost completely intact.
This was the very "husk" discarded by Blood Shadow.
"Specialist, this is it."
Liu Zhen pointed at the corpse, his expression grave. "The medical examiner did a preliminary check. This body's cellular activity is terrifyingly high, and its physical strength is at least at Tier Three Peak.
