When Bai Muchuan heard that, he gave Old Kong, who was pestering him, a kick before pulling Xiang Wan along into the bedroom.
The bedroom was still dark, only Tang Yuanchu's cold, white flashlight was seen in there. A man was lying under the halo of the flashlight, his hair rumpled and his body tied up by a rope that went around him many times that he looked like a huge worm. There was a pool of blood that came out from his body which seemed really dark-colored when mixed with the soil and was disgusting to see.
Bai Muchuan closed in slowly to the man.
He put on his gloves, squatted down, and turned the head of the man around.
Ah! Although Xiang Wan had mentally prepared herself to not be scared, she was still frightened by the sight before her.
That man's eyes were wide-opened with bruises around it. His mouth was taped up tightly, and he was not moving even an inch.
