Looking at the bodies below, a sudden sense of danger welled up in Fang Hao's heart.
He had no idea where Rebecca had gotten these bodies.
But the physical features of the bodies told him that they were all transmigrators like himself.
Damn it.
Fang Hao cursed inwardly.
Someone was capturing transmigrators and subjecting them to some form of execution and torture.
Down below.
Rebecca was having a conversation with a captain of the guard.
From the stern looks on their faces, it was clear they were discussing something serious.
The hall was not lit by Nightstones, but by lit candles.
Under the dim candlelight.
Fang Hao flew from the top and hid behind a flag hanging against the wall.
At the same time, he overheard the conversation between the two.
"Did you not capture anyone?" Rebecca's voice was tinged with anger.
