Wang Zhan was forcibly marched down the road.
Subsequently, the entire journey felt as if it had plunged into a world steeped in deep slumber, void of any sound. Even though everyone was vigilantly scanning their surroundings, trying to find any clues first, the direction from which the scream had come was unusually quiet.
Then, they moved forward in the direction Wang Zhan had pointed out. Notwithstanding Wang Zhan's struggles, he was transported to the dead man's house amidst this quietness, stripped of any freedom.
There was no need to take a more careful look. Fresh blood had already covered the ground, even paving this street with an alluringly beautiful and thick layer, unlike anything of the ordinary world.
"He's already dead! Who did this?"
