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"It's not like I want to complain, Tan Juan," Salvatore couldn't help but grumble, "but isn't it a bit too quiet around here?"
He had walked all the way from the main gate and hadn't encountered a single living soul.
Let alone Annan and the players, he hadn't even seen a servant or a housekeeper.
What was even more outrageous was that the entire manor was pitch dark, not even the lights were on…
From the entrance of the manor all the way to the inside of the house, everything was shrouded in darkness. Only the dining room was lit.
Yes, only the room where Annan and the body were had any light.
Groping in the dark, his heart racing with fear, he pushed open the dining room door—immediately discovering a pale, tranquil youth sitting like a mannequin under the dim light, along with a freshly deceased corpse.
And Annan was silently watching him, the corners of his mouth curved into a strange smile.
The ice-blue pupils instantly sent a chill down Salvatore's spine.
