Rows of red-clad male corpses also hung from the rooftop. Their clothes had become tattered and threadbare after years of weathering, and their tongues had stiffened and stretched long from their mouths, as though smeared with black paint. One could imagine how agonizing their deaths must have been.
"These... what are all these..." Shang Wanqiu's delicate brows drew together slightly. She then looked toward the ground. There were several female corpses lying there too, though they were not pregnant women. Judging by the shapes and sizes of the bodies, they seemed to have been around twelve or thirteen years old. From the shape of their bones and the dried skin clinging to them, it was clear they had all been beauties in the making—one in a hundred.
Yet at that very moment, they had all been nailed to the formation on the ground. No traces of blood could be seen anymore, but the blood must have flowed into the formation channels and gathered on the dragon-patterned pregnant woman. It had been using the blood of virgins to resurrect that fire dragon.
"While that ghostly thing hasn't come out yet, let's get out of here!" I whispered. Goosebumps had risen all over my hands. We were in our true forms now. If we ran into a ghost like that little vampire girl, the energy in both of us would be sucked dry and we'd die immediately. I might be able to escape, but Shang Wanqiu would have a hard time getting away.
"What... what could there be? Shouldn't we destroy the corpses here first? It's too cruel, too pitiful..." Shang Wanqiu looked at the corpses of the little girls, naturally unable to bear it. "This reminds me of some unpleasant things." Blood stained the surrounding page.
"No need. Dust returns to