Chapter 17: When the Mind is Not Calm, One Must Kill!
The night was as cool as water.
On the square of the Miaoshou Garden, numerous corpses were laid out on the ground, roughly numbering in the tens!
A strong scent of blood permeated the air.
Many apprentices, pharmacists, doctors, and guards, all stood on the square, silently gazing at the corpses on the ground.
The entire square seemed to have fallen into a deathly silence.
Lu Changsheng was among the crowd, and his gaze fell on one of the mutilated corpses on the ground, Old Man Wen!
Among the dozens of corpses, one of them was Old Man Wen.
Old Man Wen's chest had caved in, a clear sign that his internal organs had been shattered by powerful strikes.
Such power could only be possessed by those in the Refined Organ Realm.
One of Old Man Wen's arms had been severed, and it was nowhere to be found, lost in the chaos.
His face still bore the expressions of panic, fear, and pain.
Lu Changsheng didn't speak, but his gaze grew colder by the moment.