Yi Bing and Huo Ling finally reached the gates of the Zhuo family mansion. Its walls were thick and has wide eaves for passersby to temporarily shelter themselves from the rain. Just by looking from the structure of the outside of the house, they can imagine how grandiose the Zhuo family was.
But, right now, the walls and the roofs were black, obviously was charred before. Yi Bing and Huo Ling pushed the doors open and felt their expressions turned heavier when they saw that everywhere, it was black. The empty central courtyard is the only place that wasn't scorched black. Yi Bing and Huo Ling doubted at first whether they had entered a black building or something.
"Not only were they massacred, but they were also burned?" Huo Ling frowned as he and Yi Bing walked around.
Yi Bing didn't answer and just continued to look around.
