The room was filled with a fishy smell of blood. Looking at the bloody room and dead corpses, one could imagine what kind of painful torture and trauma it could cause to people.
Linfeng felt suffocated.
The flashlight from their guns illuminated the dark and eery room.
The ground was covered in pools of blood. The scattered knives and bloody rope could tell what happened here.
Linfeng's heart skipped a beat.
His young lady was locked in this room for more than twenty-four hours. Seeing all the blood, his eyes turned red.
Young Miss...
Zhi'er....
"Sir Linfeng, here!" His people already went in.
Linfeng hid the fury in his heart and ran towards the source.
"The heirs and heiress are here!"
There were crouching figures on the ground. As they approached, they could hear someone sobbing.
Linfeng passed the corpses on the ground and approached a familiar red figure.