The atmosphere in the alley was very wrong, a kind of somber chilliness. If it were any ordinary person, they probably would've already turned away.
However, the three players knew that they could revive, so at the moment, they continued to move forward fearlessly.
The alley twisted and turned, and as they approached the depths of the slum, the smell of blood gradually became stronger.
Then they turned a corner and saw, at the end of the alley, a rather luxurious three-story building.
There was a plaza, a lawn, a fountain, and some lifelike statues in front of the building.
It was the work of a wealthy aristocrat, at the very least. It was truly unbelievable that such a house could be built in a slum.
And in front of the building, many people were lying on their backs or stomachs, their bodies surrounded by pools of fresh blood.
Things bode ill for them.
