“Choral Singing”

Long Yuehong—who had been looking over—abruptly shrunk his head back, and his heart involuntarily beat faster.

A dead person!

The crate carried down from the seventh floor contained a dead person!

Jiang Baimian turned her body and pressed her back against the wall at the side of the corridor. At the same time, she stretched out her left hand, grabbed Shang Jianyao's shoulder, and dragged him to their door.

Bai Chen nimbly took a step back and returned to the room.

In the indescribable silence, the sound of friction and the sound of wooden boards opening and closing came from the stairs one after another.

Jiang Baimian leaned forward slightly and carefully peeped out. She saw the two wooden gray-robed monks lift the crate again and walk down.