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Lu Yang, Chi Yang, and Fu Ji looked at each other and continued to search the dilapidated house with Xiao Ling and Selvaria in their arms, looking for traces of the Fiend and the middle-aged woman he took with it.
When they were about to reach the outside entrance of a basement, Lu Yang, who was walking in the front, stopped in his tracks, Chi Yang and Fu Ji did the same.
Lu Yang gives them a side look and then nodded. Chi Yang and Fu Ji nodded at him.
Taking another step forward, Lu Yang opened the door, and what welcomed them is worse than the dead people.
A pile of dead bodies, no… It was not bodies, there were parts of bodies instead. Piled up like a mountain in the middle of a five-li bloody pool.
