When Hu Ma was stunned by the eerie sight before him, the old shopkeeper moved swiftly and deftly, not even glancing at the human skin. With quick steps, he headed straight into the main room.
In the pitch darkness, Hu Ma couldn't see what was happening inside. Besides, he was leaning on a crutch and didn't dare to rush in.
He only heard chaos inside, mixed with cries of pain and the sound of breaking jars.
But after only a few moments, the old shopkeeper dragged someone out and whispered, "Light the lamp."
"Yes!"
Hu Ma, slightly startled, quickly responded. He pulled a Fire Stick from his pocket and went into the main room to find an oil lamp.
The faint light of the Fire Stick illuminated the room's contents. A quick glance around shocked Hu Ma so much that he momentarily forgot to breathe.
It was too eerie.
He saw the floor was covered in blood; some had dried, while other patches looked freshly spilled.
Cabinets and furniture lay mostly broken, as if recently shattered.
