She stepped forward and brushed aside the remaining half of the straw, revealing the pair of eyes behind it.
It was a child who appeared to be about five or six, but Zhao Hanzhang guessed his actual age was older, only so emaciated due to hunger.
His eyes were wide open, and his head seemed large, especially when compared to his body.
His body was very small, with tiny hands and feet, covered only by a thin layer of skin over bones, and livor mortis had already formed, indicating he had been dead for some time.
Zhao Hanzhang reached out to close his eyes. As she moved the body, his head slumped to the side, but the hand tightly grasped a root-like object that was so tightly held no one could see it clearly—it bore teeth marks, showing it had been bitten.
Zhao Hanzhang tried a couple of times but couldn't pry it away, and helplessly had to give up.
