He noticed that the flames of all the candles here leaned in one direction.
Westward.
Yu Liang reached out a hand to feel, and indeed, he could sense a gust of wind coming from the east.
It couldn't be a draft as they were two floors underground; it must be some concealed ventilation device.
The corpses here didn't give off any noticeable odor of decay, so Yu Liang wasn't uncomfortable.
Yu Liang squatted down and noticed that next to each of the mats where the bodies rested, there was a small metal nameplate, on which the name, age, and profession of the corpse was inscribed.
He walked past these bodies, weaving amongst them, until suddenly his step halted beside a particular corpse.
This corpse...
He seemed to have seen it before.
Yu Liang frowned silently. The face of the corpse on the ground had been made up lightly, giving it a near-living color, but he could still recognize it.
