In the dimly-lit inn room, four corpses were laid on the bed, their manner of death so ghastly and ferocious.
Chen Ji found it difficult to associate the scene before him with that carefree, even somewhat foolish, Princely Heir.
If a person could disguise himself to such an extent, how terrifying would the face beneath that disguise be?
Chen Ji whispered to West Wind, "Go ask the guests on the second floor, whether anyone heard any sounds of fighting, or wailing."
"Yes."
West Wind bowed and left, leading several spies to knock on doors one by one.
Moments later, West Wind returned and said in a low voice, "My lord, it's strange, nobody heard wailing, could they have been killed and skinned in an instant? So there was no time for wailing."
