Xu Huo hid in the pigsty for four hours until the darkness finally receded. He stowed the pigskin away, checked on the piglets, and then circled around to the players' rooms from the outside.
Tang Pei and the others sat in silence amid the darkness, the air heavy with the stench of blood and permeated with a deathly stillness.
"Who died?" he asked.
"See for yourself." Qin An rubbed his face with both hands and bent down to look at the floor.
Xu Huo pulled open the door. The candles on the console had not yet gone out. The first thing he saw was Peng Fengnian on the wall, his eyes wide open in death, and only then did he notice the person hung in the center of the workshop...
That could no longer be called a person, just a red strip of flesh that had been skinned. The red muscle tissue and blood vessels were exposed, with blood constantly dripping down his body into the bucket below.
He hung by his neck, but there was still a faint rise and fall in his chest.
