There was a pool of blood there, exceptionally conspicuous, but only from Ye Zibo's angle, through the gaps at the roots of the grass, could it be seen. Anyone standing normally in this area would have their view blocked by the dense weeds overhead and fail to notice this anomaly entirely.
Ye Zibo's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at that scarlet patch.
A person lay in the center of the bloodstain, their entire chest pierced through. Calling the upper half of the body disemboweled would not have been an exaggeration. It was an incomparably bloody, gruesome sight, as though a wild beast had torn the person apart alive.
But if a wild beast tore open someone's abdomen, it would, like zombies and alien species, devour the fresh body without hesitation.
Yet the blood was still flowing, still red, carrying a warm mist. This proved that it had only just happened.
There were no wild beasts around, much less alien species or zombies, and the corpse bore no signs of having been gnawed on.
The person who killed him had to be human!
A fight? A brutal death?
Struggling to use the last shred of strength at the end of his life, Ye Zibo looked toward the man's face. Then, a feeling that overturned everything he knew surged up like an erupting volcano.
It made him suddenly cough up a mouthful of blood, leaving his entire face looking like a bloody mess of flesh.
The owner of that corpse was Zhang Xuan!
Zhang Xuan, whom Ye Zibo and the Ye family members had assumed escaped, was actually dead—silently killed here!
Shock caused Ye Zibo's emotions to erupt. In the final moments of his life, his thoughts fell into an unsolvable loop.
Who was it?
Who had killed Zhang Xuan?
Who