But Kang Chen seemed to be playing cat and mouse with him. Every time he was about to touch it, Kang Chen would shoot the gun to the ground, sending it flying.
After several times, the young King was panting, completely exhausted.
In the end, Kang Chen's hand turned the vase.
Then, a door appeared on the wall, and behind the door was a secret chamber.
The nauseating stench of rotting corpses wafted out from behind the hidden door.
Kang Chen raised his hand to cover his nose. Taking one glance inside, he felt like vomiting.
No wonder when he entered, the room was filled with a strong incense aroma, likely used to mask the stench.
Although the secret chamber was quite airtight, there's no such thing as a wall that can completely block out odors.
Inside the chamber, seven or eight men and women were hanging, all naked, with bodies covered in wounds, not a patch of unharmed skin. Kang Chen looked once more at all the tools on the ground, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
