Chapter 150: Evil Interpretation
These corpses were dead, but the shadow of death still haunted them.
It seems that the thrilling show has not yet ended.
Corrupted flesh and blood spilt onto the rusty props and the mouldy wooden floor in the crevices.
The scavengers had long since died; their shrivelled husks, densely packed, were moving on the filthy, foul-smelling slime.
The turbid and cold wind blows from a place beyond sight, silently depicting the face of a tyrant.
On the stage, the victim’s body was floating, with his head down and his face obscured. His toes barely touched the ground as if he were suspended by something invisible.
Seeing the scene in front of them, the three members of Jiangli’s team were stunned for a few seconds before taking out various tools and charms to eliminate whatever threat might pop up.
One of them hurriedly pulled out his pistol, loading it with a copper-clad bullet engraved with a simple spell.
Jiang Li squinted her eyes slightly, staring at the corpses on stage. Suddenly, something horrid flashed in her mind—the remains of memories she wished to forget.