Though it has only been one or two days since coming down, Ethan Smith feels a sense of deep oppression here in the underground.
Moreover, there is a powerful mingling of murderous energy, resentment, and dark energy, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
A casual chat with a living person would probably make things better.
And a scent of roast meat wafts directly into the air.
When Ethan Smith enters the room, his pupils become frighteningly wide.
Only now does he understand the meaning behind the words of the five people earlier.
In the middle of the roof, a very young girl is bound.
And in front of the girl, there is a boy with his eyes carved out.
The boy emits a dry and shrill scream, seemingly having cried his voice hoarse long ago.
Her face shows a look of utter horror, but her body's acupoints seem fixed, unable to move an inch.
At this moment, her snow-white thigh has already been cut into pieces.
