Chapter 36 - The Village’s Fog and Rumors
On the way, Li Guanqi observed many people, his brows gradually furrowing.
Suddenly, an old man’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Esteemed Cultivator, this is where Wang Ergou lived. He died two days ago, and no one has had time to clean up yet.”
Li Guanqi nodded, then he walked straight to the door and gently pushed it open.
Creak!
The dilapidated wooden door let out a chilling creak, sending shivers down one’s spine. The sight inside made Li Guanqi take a sharp breath.
A strong stench of blood rushed toward him, and the room’s temperature seemed to plummet. The sight before him sent a chill down his back.
A burly man hung upside down from a ceiling beam, bound tightly by a thick rope. In one hand, he clutched a pair of scissors—its blade impaling a chunk of flesh.
His eyes had been gouged out, leaving behind two bloody holes. All of his toes had been brutally cut off. But the fatal wound was the long, deep gash across his throat. It was surrounded by numerous smaller slices, as if the blade had been too dull, requiring multiple attempts to sever the flesh.
Blood covered the entire floor, now thick and coagulated.
This was Li Guanqi’s first time witnessing such a gruesome scene. He had initially assumed this mission was just about capturing a vengeful ghost wreaking havoc.
Now, it seemed far more complicated than he had imagined.