However, he did not immediately grab the iron rod, but silently looked at the body of the middle-aged man leaning against the wardrobe door.

The middle-aged man's head was not shattered, unlike the previous undead creatures whose heads were crushed to death. Furthermore, ordinary undead creatures could not use weapons at all and were a low-intelligence type of walking dead.

Harry activated the "Peeking Eye Rune", and the information he peered at indicated that the middle-aged man's body in front of him was not a Spiritual Source Beast and therefore he could not view any information.

"If it's not an undead creature, then he should be a survivor, and he's a Spiritweaver like me. He killed those undead creatures outside."

"It's a pity he was killed." Harry looked at the huge wound on the chest of the middle-aged man's body in front of him, undoubtedly the cause of his death.

But who left this wound?

"The low-level undead creatures should not be able to kill him." Harry had seen the bodies of many undead creatures on his way here. If they were all killed by the survivor in front of him, he would have evolved to a level one Spiritweaver a long time ago, or even level two. For a level one or even level two Spiritweaver, these low-level undead creatures were simply impossible to kill him.

Harry thought of the claw marks on the wall and the one-eyed frog.

Harry's deduction is that there was a terrifying Spiritual Source beast, similar to the One-eyed Frog, that appeared among these corpses, rather than the lower-level corpse beasts. Moreover, this Spiritual Source beast had extremely sharp claws, which caused the huge wound on the chest of this middle-aged man. He was eviscerated and died as a result. It's a pity…

Harry analyzed the scene in his mind, filled with regret. If he had arrived here a day earlier, perhaps he and the middle-aged man could have survived together, and Harry would have had a companion instead of being alone like he was now.

Being alone was too lonely. He needed a companion, and his desire for one was getting stronger.

Regretfully, Harry bent down and picked up the iron rod on the ground. He noticed that the other end of the rod was gripped tightly in the hand of the middle-aged man's corpse. Harry picked up the rod and lifted the right arm of the corpse as well.

The middle-aged man's body was originally leaning against the wardrobe, but when Harry moved it, the body fell down.

The wardrobe had sliding doors, and the body falling against it caused the white doors to reveal a small gap.

Just then, there was a slight movement in the wardrobe.

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Although the sound was faint, for Harry, who was constantly alert to his surroundings, it was like thunder.

He immediately pulled the iron rod from the hand of the middle-aged man's corpse and backed away, his muscles tense.

The surroundings were still silent except for Harry's breathing. He held a kitchen knife in his left hand and the iron rod, which was nearly a meter long and several times heavier than the hammer he had previously held, in his right hand.

Staring at the wardrobe in front of him, he could only see the clothes hanging inside through the small gap. But what was that noise he had just heard?

"It couldn't have been a mistake. There is really something hidden here," he thought. "But the sound was so small, it doesn't seem like a corpse or any other Spiritual Source beast. If it was a Spiritual Source beast, it would have already attacked. It couldn't be hiding in here. Could it be a rat or a cockroach or something?"

Harry took a deep breath and did not approach, but slowly extended the iron rod in his right hand, inserting it into the gap of the sliding door and pushing the door aside violently.

The wardrobe doors were completely opened, but Harry, who was originally tense, was slightly startled.

The wardrobe was full of clothes, but under these clothes, there was a skinny figure curled up.

It was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a white dress, curled up in the wardrobe, tightly hugging her bent legs. Her pale face revealed no trace of blood, and her big eyes showed not fear or joy, but dullness.

Her whole demeanor and gaze were all stiff and dull.

Harry stared at her, holding tightly to the iron rod and kitchen knife, his muscles tense, staring at the girl. He found that when he discovered her, she did not have any reaction or look at him. She still maintained the curled up posture, staring blankly ahead.

There was a strange and dead silence between the two sides. If he did not feel that she had a trace of vitality and breathing, Harry would almost think she was a dead body.

Observing the tears on her face and looking at the body of the middle-aged man on the ground, and thinking that he had resisted the wardrobe door before he died, Harry vaguely understood something.

He coughed lightly, clearing his throat, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"Don't be nervous and afraid, I won't hurt you." Harry put down the iron rod and kitchen knife that he had just raised, relaxed his tense muscles, and made himself look more gentle.

"Is... this your father?" Harry saw that the little girl curled up in the closet still did not respond, understanding that she was in a state of extreme shock and that everything that had happened here had caused her to collapse mentally. Therefore, her whole person was in a state of dullness and stiffness.

If it weren't for the sliding door moving just now, which made the little girl hiding in the closet instinctively startled, Harry was afraid that he would not even notice that there was a living person inside.

Looking at the resemblance between the little girl and the middle-aged man, and the fact that the middle-aged man resisted the wardrobe door before he died, Harry speculated that they should be father and daughter.

The middle-aged man discovered the zombie and made his daughter hide in the wardrobe, and then fought to the death. Although he killed so many zombies, he encountered a more terrifying monster and still resisted the closet door before he died, wanting to protect his daughter inside.

As for why the monster that killed the middle-aged man would leave after killing him, without gnawing on his body or discovering the girl hiding in the closet, Harry was a little puzzled.

According to common sense, that monster should have gnawed on the middle-aged man's body once it killed him.

Moreover, this little girl hiding in the closet was able to make no sound and not attract the monster's attention, which surprised Harry.