The first thing that came into view was the dilapidated roof, its beams still cobwebbed.
The unfamiliar environment shocked Shen Yaowei, and she subconsciously turned her head to look elsewhere.
The surrounding environment proved that this must be a dilapidated temple, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. A woman's figure was curled up on the ground not far away, making desperate cries.
"Don't kill me, please…"
In front of the figure stood a figure with its back facing Shen Yaowei.
The old black clothes had a few holes in them, and under the holes were hideous wounds so deep that the bones could be seen. Her long, black hair was tied slightly with black rope. She was thin and weak, but she still exuded a bloodthirsty killing intent that seemed to come from hell.
It was as if the God of Slaughter was alive.
