The young man's body trembled as he replied in a quivering voice, "Master, it's… inside is…"
He tried to organize his words several times, but when it came to speaking, he just couldn't say it.
Hu Zhikang simply lifted the lid of the box.
A thick scent of blood immediately hit his nose.
He looked intently, only to be met with shock on his face.
Laid inside was the severed head of his own daughter.
Hu Zhikang felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out immediately.
His complexion turned as pale as death, his body shook, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
He never could have imagined that his son's wedding day would turn into the death day of his daughter.
"Lin Bei, if I don't kill you, I swear I am not human!"
"Wasn't Xue'er supposed to be seeking out the people of the Dark Cabinet? How did it come to this?!"
