Fang Zhixing thought to himself, "Indeed, in these troubled times, there are pitiful people everywhere."
Being homeless was a common phenomenon.
He paused thoughtfully and then spoke, "I will arrange a place for you."
The girls lifted their heads and looked at Fang Zhixing with eyes full of hopeful intensity.
"Come with me."
Fang Zhixing turned and walked out of the dungeon, and the girls immediately followed him closely, as if afraid of being left behind.
They came outside, into the sunlight.
The girls finally saw the long-missed sunlight; they all raised their hands to shield their faces, squinting their eyes.
After a moment, their eyes gradually adjusted to the outside light.
They then saw the corpses strewn all over the manor grounds, in disarray, along with scattered bits of flesh and blood.
However, they did not scream in terror; rather, it seemed all too familiar to them.