"Hmm, thin, narrow, fearing that people won't die, the wounds are very deep."
"One cut at a time, all extremely fast. Look closely at the slit throats, the depth of each person's wound is completely consistent."
"Cold-blooded and ruthless. Killing people is far more skilled than killing chickens."
"It's not about looking at this. It's about thinking if you recall any legend?"
Zhao Shanhe reminded.
"Are you talking about... the Donghu Night Emperor?" An Ruoxing's hair stood on end.
"Yes!"
Zhao Shanhe said: "Legend has it that back then, every morning, piles of bodies would appear at these entrances..."
An Ruoxing said: "No way?"
Suddenly raised his arm, scratching the sudden bump with the other hand.
Just hearing this name sends shivers down his spine.
"Didn't you know the last time Fang Che and the others went in, Qiu Yunshang was injured by the Night Emperor?"
Zhao Shanhe asked in surprise.
"I've been in prison these days..." An Ruoxing said, "Busy till I'm frazzled."
