How should Xu Ke describe the scene he saw? It was probably like hell.
The pale yellow sheet with small floral patterns was completely soaked in blood, turning into a standard red color, and there was no intact corpse on the bed.
His pupils were dilated to the limit, his facial expression distorted, clearly showing that he died in extreme agony.
Xu Ke didn't bother to find where his other organs were. They were probably hidden by that perverted old man downstairs in a corner, waiting to be discovered, a truly sick taste.
Xu Ke backed out of the room and opened the door to the room next door, where the overwhelming smell of blood was just as impossible to block, but mixed with a dense perfume scent. The combination of these two smells was anything but pleasant, only making one feel like retching.
Xu Ke only glanced briefly at the miserable state of the occupants in the room before retreating.
