Shang Xiangyu, hands covered in blood, turned his head with an indifferent expression.
As Shang Xiangyu turned his head, Yin Cong, standing on the wooden ladder, turned the color of pig liver and almost fell off the ladder in fright.
Even Duan Rong, Chen Hu, and Pan Yong all looked grim.
Shang Xiangyu had actually killed his own brother and turned him into pulp, extracting his blood...
Duan Rong's eyelid twitched wildly. He had already understood what Shang Xiangyu intended to do—he was going to use his own brother for alchemy.
Could this be the method he thought of to solve the problem of the furnace explosion?
A wave of intense nausea rose from deep within Duan Rong's body, and if he hadn't suppressed it, he would have already vomited.
It was not the thick bloody smell in the hot air that nauseated him.
But rather Shang Xiangyu's madness and malevolence, assaulting the defenses of his heart...
