At the instant the rune was completed, a ghostly light flashed momentarily.
In the next moment, an eerie scene unfolded, the corpse, dead for quite some time, emitted a faint "creaking" sound.
The neck turned stiffly, sitting up like a marionette.
"Who killed you?" The police officer's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an inhuman coldness, his eyes fixated on the corpse's hollow, lifeless eyes.
"Who exactly is this so-called Holy Spirit? Why does she go to such great lengths to infiltrate dreams to spread faith?"
The corpse stared blankly at him, its mouth opening and closing unconsciously, with a barely audible sound of air from its throat, yet no sound emerged, nor could it answer his question.
"Hmm?" The officer mildly frowned, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes, "The soul is gone? Just a day dead, and the soul has already been completely extracted, not even a whisper of it left?"
He immediately grasped the crux of the problem.
