The night wind howled, while the autumn rain pattered softly.
The walls of the Mountain God Temple had collapsed, and the wooden doors lay shattered in several pieces. Inside, the offering table had exploded as well, apparently from within, blowing the roof off the ruined temple.
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Tablet after tablet lay scattered everywhere, mixed with muddy water and covered in cracks. The wood had rotted, as though it had endured a century of weathering.
The Cliff Tombs on both sides had likewise exploded.
The bricks and stones had collapsed, all blasted outward from within.
Zhao Xianda, a Commandery Commandant Office Hundred-Man Commander from Chongqing Prefecture, held an umbrella as he carefully examined the tombs, his brows tightly furrowed in thought.
Bodies were packed densely all around him.
Most had bluish-purple, twisted faces, as though they had been frightened to death. Blood had flowed from their seven orifices, and their bodies had been bent at bizarre angles.
Others had been torn into pieces, their flesh and blood a mangled mess.
In the night, firelight flickered through the steady autumn rain. Mud and blood covered the ground, staining the earth red.
The Commandery Commandant Office personnel carried torches, their expressions grim as they carefully inspected the corpses, recorded their findings, and collected items. Everything was orderly.
After the matter in Chongqing Prefecture was settled, the Commandery Commandant Office had begun to emerge, working with Emei to swiftly seize control of Chongqing Prefecture.
Unlike Liu Gan, Zhao Xianda was also a Hundred-Man Commander but had kept a low profile before. Only now, with the time ripe, had he begun to exert his strength.
After handling several cases, he had become a rising star within the Commandery Commandant Office.
His superiors also intended to place more responsibility on him,