Li Xuan wanted to save some face for his superior, but he had really gained nothing.
Just as he was about to shake his head and say "no," he saw thousands of red silk threads exploding from behind him, just like the scene of the wolf pack murder case the day before, attempting to capture the lingering spirits of the dead summoned by Zhang Yingyuan that had yet to fully disperse.
But in this instant, Li Xuan's consciousness was once again struck like by a hammer, causing severe dizziness. At the same time, a piece of bloody and unfamiliar information appeared in his mind.
It was a set of memory images just as vague as during the wolf pack murder. It was like a collection of mosaic-laden film reels.
In these fragmented memories, Li Xuan faintly sensed that his body seemed to be tied up in a spread-eagle fashion to a stake. In front of him was a three-tiered altar.
