"I'm scared, Zhou Hao. Hurry up and come pick me up."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence. In such a big city, there are many missing people every year."

He continued, "You said that the revenant corpse needs to drink blood every day. Have you seen that?"

"She usually stays in her own room and uses a thermos for drinking water. I don't know what's inside."

"Also, I found out that the revenant corpse wears someone else's skin, and the hands belong to the peripheral circulation. The blood flow is slow, and the fingertips may turn black. Can you observe these two points when you get a chance?"

"But I'm scared..."

"Don't be afraid. Keep the video call on and aim the back camera at her. I'll help you observe together."

"Okay..."

I got off the bed, and at this moment, I felt that the room was even colder.

I put on a thick coat, grabbed my phone, put on slippers, and walked downstairs.

This time, I checked every room on the first floor, including the bathroom, kitchen, storage room, and others, and only knocked on the door after confirming she wasn't in those rooms.

There was no sound from inside.

I pushed open the door boldly, and there was no one in both her inside and outside rooms.

My gaze fell on the monitor. After knowing her for so long, I only knew that she supported herself with her writing fees, but I didn't know what she was writing.

I moved the mouse to wake up the computer.

The screen displayed a Word document with a half-written novel titled "Seven Years Ago, I Transmigrated into Someone Else's Body to Save My Life."

My hands started trembling, and I quickly skimmed through the novel.

In the story, the female protagonist suffered from a terminal illness seven years ago. She thought she was about to die but was cured by her fiancé using an ancient ritual passed down in the village.

The method of treatment was resurrection, but she became a revenant corpse herself.

Although she gained an extended life, she was constantly under the invasion of the memories of the living.

She would often hear the living talking to her, insulting and cursing her.

To end all of this, she had to resurrect seven times.

This way, she could permanently occupy the skin of the seventh person and return to being a healthy individual.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the inner room, and I quickly minimized the document.