Lu Yizhou let out a breath he did not know he was holding. His stance relaxed albeit still fully alert in case anything cropped up.
It was not a human or corpse, but a mannequin that resembled one so much it was almost uncanny.
But there was no mistake about that, it was indeed a mannequin which was sitting demurely inside the bathtub. Looking to be in her thirties, she had her hair woven into a long braid, clad in an old-fashioned dress that would otherwise be stylish during a certain period. Both of her hands were clasped in front of her as if she was praying.
