Xiong Jie followed behind, his steps somewhat heavy.
When that eerie red light reached out from the door, he instinctively paused, looking utterly resigned, then sighed as he rubbed his forehead.
Jiang Che and Ding Ning entered the room shoulder to shoulder.
Ding Ning curiously examined the furnishings inside, her eyes filled with surprise and admiration.
Just looking made her very satisfied, whether it was the unique texture of the floor tiles, the textured decorations on the walls, or the uniquely shaped ornaments on the table, every piece was full of thought.
Although the ornaments appeared gruesome, Ding Ning knew that these stains were not real blood.
This seemed to be one of the first special techniques humans used, employing clever methods to create a seemingly grotesque and terrifying, yet aesthetically pleasing and uniquely captivating visual effect.
Perhaps she was tired of bloodstains.
The scene devoid of any slaughter or gore once made her yearn.
