The Liao Family's mansion was shrouded in darkness, not a single light to be seen, and the silence of death pervaded the air.
The whistling cold wind brought with it not only a thick stench of blood but also permeated the air with a scent of death, casting a shadow of terror and horror.
Clang!
Fu Guosheng accidentally kicked over a vase, the noise startling Shen Yintian so much he almost freaked out.
"Sheng, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" Shen Yintian complained, patting his wildly beating chest.
"Coward!" Fu Guosheng curled his lip.
Qian Jun, who was beside them, was also scared into a cold sweat, though his reaction was not as pronounced as Shen Yintian's.
In truth, neither Shen Yintian nor Qian Jun were cowards, their reactions were purely instinctive.
"I am not a coward, hmph!" Defiant, Shen Yintian went first to the door, intending to kick it open. However, as a malicious gust blew, the gold-trimmed security door opened on its own.
