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Associating the garbage near the sofa, an image immediately flashed through Yang Xiao's mind: a person who was immobile and extremely obese sat on this sofa and died. But because of their reclusive nature and lack of friends or relatives, the death remained unnoticed for a long time until the body completely decayed and fused with the sofa.
At this thought, Yang Xiao turned to leave, realizing he hadn't found Wu Peide here, and that this place must be a trap set for him.
However, as he turned and walked towards the exit, he discovered the door was gone. Where the door should have been, there was now a wall with a large picture frame hanging on it. In the frame was the gloomy face of a man who sat there with a sickly and corpulent body, his eyes unsettlingly piercing as they coldly stared right at him.