"Not only that..."
Chen Xu'an swallowed, his voice filled with uncontrollable fear:
"The wrinkles on his face have significantly reduced, making him look several years younger than I remember."
"I almost couldn't recognize his original appearance, thinking that someone else had replaced him in the coffin."
"The feeling was as if the one lying inside wasn't a corpse at all."
"But rather a... monster, experiencing reverse growth while in a deep slumber!"
Chen Xu'an recounted the strange and bizarre events, sending chills down everyone's spines.
Bai Ling couldn't help but rub her arms, as if a chill was creeping up her spine, causing goosebumps all over.
Lin Chuqiao sat across the table, her brows furrowed, lost in thought.
Fang Cheng, upon hearing Chen Xu'an's story, glanced at Pan Wendi beside him.
