The Truth About the Living Dead

In the morgue's refrigerated cabinet, the thirty-seventh unidentified female corpse suddenly opened her eyes.

Her lips twitched. Her rotten tongue dangled from her throat, and black pus dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the floor, making an eerie sizzling sound.

The forensic pathologists nearby were scared out of their wits. Only Shen Ya stood quietly.

Born without a tongue, he could not speak, yet he was the only person in the world who could understand the language of corpses.

I... was... cut... open...

With every word the corpse spoke, her body rotted a little more. A searing pain flared in Shen Ya's throat: the half of an ancestral Corpse-Tongue he possessed was resonating with her.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.