Zhao Decheng's left hand shook as he continuously wiped sweat away with a silk handkerchief.
Lin Baici ignored him and quickly rushed to the dead kitchen maid. After a brief observation, he tore off the greasy apron she wore on her chest and stripped off her clothes.
The kitchen maid wasn't beautiful, with round face and small eyes, and her skin wasn't fair—it was just an average appearance. On the belly band that covered her chest and abdomen, an embroidered character for fortune was visible.
The scene was a bit salacious, but no one was in the mood to appreciate the dead woman's body.
"Is it possible to leave through the back door?"
"You go and try!"
"Why don't you go?"
Everyone argued loudly. Since the people who had fled the inn had died, no one dared to leave rashly, and some began to shout loudly for help. However, their voices could not reach beyond the inn.
This place had seemingly become an isolated island cut off from the world.
"Zhonggen, what do you think?"
