Jingyang lowered his head again and saw, under the pile of corpses, another female corpse. She was dressed in an ordinary gray coat, her eyes half-open as if she hadn't died peacefully. He wasn't a forensic doctor, so he couldn't tell how long the woman and the other men in suits had been dead. But he could see that in the stiff hand of the deceased woman, she was tightly clutching a scattered, empty swaddling cloth…,Like a baby's hand and palm, his own arms and torso became incredibly slender and thin. His skin was so tender that it didn't look like the skin of a man nearly thirty years old at all; he looked more like a three or four-year-old child!,Jingyang spat out a mouthful of wolf hair, stepped on the corpse and declared victory, but suddenly his face changed drastically. The reason was that when his true body fell back into the pile of corpses, he unintentionally saw the gray-coated woman clutching the swaddling clothes until her death... Jingyang had thought this woman should be like his biological mother after he crossed over, and that he was almost certainly reborn from the swaddling clothes and crawled out...。