When he returned to the lounge, he saw blood smeared all over a wall. The place was a complete mess. In the spacious lounge, three disfigured bodies lay, their horrific state making Huai Shi's scalp tingle.
Holy hell...
He could almost reconstruct the scene before these inhuman things had died. They had risen from their seats and stood in the middle of the lounge. Then, a knife pierced the heart of the one in the center, followed by the one on the right, and finally, the one on the left. It was as smooth as flowing water; the blood hadn't even had a chance to spurt before their limbs were severed. Like slicing melons and dicing vegetables.
Eyes, liver, arteries, genitals, kidneys...
The instantaneous ravage felt like it lasted an eternity. In the end, the knife slashed their throats and necks from left to right. The long-suppressed blood, born of grief and anger, finally burst forth, splattering on the ceiling and staining everything red. They finally died.
