"...Is it the body of one of the members of the Medium Squad?"
The vile stench made it unbearable to get close, and Xu Xiangyang stared at the pitch-black wet mark on the ground, which was stained by a putrid liquid, helplessly watching as its area slowly expanded, growing larger and larger.
"Yes."
Zhu Qingyue nodded slightly.
The affirmative answer made Xu Xiangyang suddenly feel dizzy and lightheaded as he subconsciously supported his forehead.
Supernatural was supernatural, spirits or monsters, he had gotten used to them by now; but a real dead person was something he had never encountered before.
In the past, he had only seen scenes of murder during spirit communications, but those were blurred images in black and white, just like watching a movie. The spiritual shock brought about by a corpse flying over and landing heavily on the ground from a distance was completely different.
The unprecedented sense of reality brought a much stronger stimulus.