Meng Chao sucked in a sharp breath. "Could it be?"
"Yes. It's just as you imagined."
Ye Xiaoxing plucked out a second photo.
It was a picture of more than one thousand sturdy men around a burning fire. Within it, a young and beautiful girl was tied-up to a wooden post.
Even though it was just a picture, Meng Chao could tell from the girl's twisted features that she was enduring indescribable pain.
"What are they doing? Why are they using such brutal methods to kill their own kind?" he asked in shock.
"They're executing judgment on a witch."
Meng Chao was in disbelief. "Who's a witch?"
"All women are witches," Ye Xiaoxing said.
Meng Chao was dumbfounded for a long time. He could not wrap his head around it. "How could this happen?"
