"This..."
Gu Yiran stood frozen in place, a cold sweat running down his smooth forehead.
Lin Yi's expression was equally serious; he had anticipated many different scenarios.
Clearly, the scene before him was not one he had predicted.
On the ground lay an old quilt, upon which two snow-white foxes were crouched.
Upon seeing someone enter, they immediately stood up, warily fixing their gaze on Lin Yi and Gu Yiran.
But beside them, scattered haphazardly, lay the corpses of many animals.
There were the most common chickens, ducks, geese, and even cats and dogs.
Their bodies were covered in blood, some even rotting away, emitting a foul and pungent odor.
In addition, on the walls hung many pieces of white paper and yellow cloth with inscrutable drawings on them.
There was nothing particularly special about the kitchen; the items before them were all there was.
