Dead.
All were dead.
The entire Feng Family Mansion was like the corpse of a giant beast, slowly decaying bit by bit, the smell of blood attracting countless lost souls and wild ghosts.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao stopped, noticing a striking trail of blood on the steps not far ahead. It was blood, still fresh, thinly scattered, extending into the inner house. Judging by the amount, the injured person's situation was not optimistic.
Armed with a Ghost Lantern and a Human Bone Staff, unless it was the previous owner of the Drama Robe, there wasn't much in the mansion that could pose a threat to him. Now, he understood that the uniqueness of the Feng Family Mansion was due to the Nine-Story Demon Tower sunk at the bottom of the lake in the backyard.
Yang Xiao pushed open a wooden door that was nearly falling apart. The corroded door hinge made a piercing creak, and he had followed the blood trail all the way here, where it vanished right outside this door.