Wen Shenmin's eyes were wide open, with no other wounds on his body, only the centers of his palms and the tops of his feet, along with his throat, were completely nailed down by five long nails.
The blood seemed to have been flowing for quite a while. Some areas had already dried up and scabbed over.
Wen Shenmin's whole body twitched intermittently, with breaths continuously escaping his throat.
In fact, he was already dead; it was just the final muscle and nerve reflexes of his body functions.
Yang Songyu's body trembled; she was extremely scared, wanting to escape this ghostly place. But she knew clearly that this space was isolated from the outside world; without breaking out of here, she couldn't truly leave.
"Teacher..."
She suppressed her fear and gently touched Wen Shenmin.
But unsurprisingly, with his throat nailed down and having lost so much blood, any normal person would be dead.
"Did someone else come in?"
