The moon shone faintly, and after the search and rescue work was completed, the Xu Residence had quieted down considerably.
Amidst the ruins,
Xu Yuan saw countless bodies laid out on the ground, covered by white cloths.
Hundreds of them, densely packed.
In the flickering light of the surrounding fires, the crimson blood seeping through the cloths looked eerie and sinister.
Returning to his own loft courtyard, Xu Yuan suppressed what he had just seen, took a deep breath, and with a slight adjustment of his mentality, pushed the door open and entered.
His room was spacious, but also rather empty.
Because most of the valuable antique furniture had been exchanged for silver.
Upon entering,
Xu Yuan's sensitive will-spirit immediately sensed that the nearly liquid-like Origin Qi in the room was swirling and surging towards a certain spot.
Passing by an embroidered screen, Xu Yuan saw the destination of the Origin Qi vortex.
