"Sending people to their death, there always has to be a justified reason." The hall continued to echo with screams, and Fu Shan listened patiently, "The map of the students from class thirteen marked by Jing Tashen is the same as the one Gao Ming showed me. Both he and Jing Tashen are looking for the students. This poison from the Shadow World, released into the human realm, is quite popular."
Dark clouds peeked in through the windows, spying on the sins outside, while the flags of the Investigation Bureau flapped above Uncle Zuo's head.
His body was covered in tubes, and his skull had been split open; he was originally human in form, but now he had been cut up and transformed into something monstrous.
Jing Tashen's chauffeur was quite pleased with his handiwork, pulling on the tubes that ran across Uncle Zuo's body, tearing his hospital gown and revealing the eerie and strange shadow tattoos on his flesh.
