The Ding Third Young Master's body suddenly sat up, his eyes wide open. Where his right eye should have been was a dark, empty hollow, making him look truly unnerving.
Ah!
Seeing the Ding Third Young Master's corpse sit up, Wendy Ding jumped in fright, her face turning pale.
Old Madam Ding's expression faltered slightly as she looked at the Ding Third Young Master sitting there, her voice uncertain: "Third Young Master?"
She called out, her voice trembling.
But the Ding Third Young Master didn't reply. Instead, a lump of silvery, shiny liquid suddenly burst out from his throat.
Then, with a loud thud, he collapsed back onto the coffin board.
"What... what was that just now?" Derrick Ding, who was standing closest, was badly frightened.
"Mercury. He poured mercury into his own skull," Evan Lin said quietly, gazing at the now lifeless Ding Third Young Master with a thoughtful look. "But what's inside there?"
Evan Lin looked toward the freezer.
"Inside there..." Derrick Ding looked a bit hesitant.
Wendy Ding, who hadn't said a word all this time, her face pale as a ghost, stammered, "Inside are all the people of our Ding family who've died mysteriously over the years."
"Open it."
Evan Lin strode toward the freezer.
Derrick Ding still looked hesitant and glanced at Old Madam Ding.
"Do as he says. Open it."
Old Madam Ding's tone was resolute. Only then did Derrick Ding hurry over and yank open the big freezer door.
The space inside wasn't very large; dozens of corpses were stacked in neat rows, some big, some small. The smallest was just a baby, eyes wide open, mouth agape, face wooden, gaze full of resentment.
At the very back was an extremely dried-out corpse.
It was an old man, hair white as snow, his body utterly devoid of moisture and terrifyingly shriveled. His fingernails were long and sharp like blades.