The girl's face was swollen and blue, and her eyeballs were popped out. Even though the light in the haunted house was dim, Wang Ziwen could tell that this was not a living person.
But the face was Xu Xiaojing's face.
"Xiao Jing, you..."
Wang Ziwen took two steps back in shock. Seeing her best friend like this, it was obvious that she was dead.
Wang Ziwen kept backing away, but Xu Xiaojing stood up and pressed forward step by step.
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