There were people inside, but their breathing was frail. This was the reason why Mu Lin opted to venture inside.
Indeed.
"Who is it?" a man with a deep voice suddenly asked from where Mu Lin and Jing Youlan were standing.
Jing Youlan: Damn, we've barely begun and we're already at a disadvantage! He started searching vigilantly for the source of the voice.
His surroundings were pitch black, rendering him blind, were they embarking on an adventure in a pitch dark room?
He was joking, unperturbed.
Mu Lin slowly approached the man, stopping a little over a yard away, calmly studying the man before him.
In this chilly weather, the man was topless, reminding her of a brawler, but the aura he was exhibiting caused Mu Lin's brows to furrow faintly.
He had taken a life.
Which means he was a murderer, and not just once.
"You're a soldier. " Sensing the familiar aura from Mu Lin, the man's mouth, which was previously tightly drawn, broke into a faint grin.
