After a long while, he joined his hands in obeisance, smiling and said, "Now, if you put her back into the room, collect your companion's bodies, and then both of us pretend nothing has happened, how about that?"
Fang Zhixing replied solemnly, "I will defer to the senior's decision."
He stepped forward, lifting the woman in the bedsheet in his arms. The moment he touched the bedsheet, he felt it loosen slightly, a nearly imperceptible force surging through his arms and into his limbs and bones.
Fang Zhixing only felt a pain in his heart. It lasted just a moment, and soon the pain disappeared as if it had been an illusion.
He frowned slightly, and without any change in expression, lifted the woman in the bedsheet and turned back.
Soon, he arrived below the attic.
The ground was soaked with fresh blood. Three bodies lay there; one was lying down, another kneeling, and another was horrifically disemboweled.
