It wasn't long before a group of servants came upstairs. Upon seeing the skinny man's headless corpse on the floor and the utter chaos in the room, they showed no signs of surprise.
Apparently, they were already quite used to such situations.
What was stranger, by comparison, was the large amount of food left uneaten on the table.
After all, Lord Black Stone was known to cherish his food.
He would normally eat every last scrap of meat in the bowls until they were spotless.
But no one dared to voice this confusion. What if they angered Lord Black Stone?
It wasn't out of the question that he might just eat them. Such things had happened before.
...
Back inside his residence.
Hu Qi found paper and a brush. His hand moved with fluid grace.
One by one, sketches of bizarre-looking herbs appeared on the paper.
