"What is this thing..."
With constant erosion, the suppression of perception has become quite severe.
Even though there was mental preparation, the scene behind the door still elicited an involuntary exclamation from Demigod Aike.
The space wasn't particularly large, and the curtains were drawn quite tightly, with the luxurious decorations on the ceiling, it looked like a square treasure box at first glance.
However, at this moment inside this treasure box, almost every inch of the floor was drenched in thick red.
Amidst the flow, there were even mold-like grey-white growths eroding away all luster.
And on the blood-soaked luxurious carpet, adult-sized bodies were curled up neatly there.
Or rather, they were adults.
At a glance, Fu Qian could easily recognize a human face on each body.
The sobbing sounds were coming from each face.
"It seems we've found the right place, it's quite clear this is an infant room."
Observing quickly, Fu Qian casually answered Aike's question.
