"What is that..."
After being eroded all the way here, their senses had been severely suppressed.
So even though he had been mentally prepared, the sight beyond the door still drew an involuntary exclamation from Demigod Aiko.
The room wasn't particularly large, and the curtains were drawn tightly. Combined with the ornate chandelier hanging from the ceiling, it looked at first glance like a square treasure chest.
Yet now, nearly every inch of the floor inside that treasure chest had been soaked in thick red fluid.
As it flowed, gray-white growths like mold could be seen spreading and consuming every trace of luster.
On the ornate carpet, where blood had pooled into puddles, adult-sized bodies lay curled up in neat rows.
Or rather, they were adults.
At a glance, Fu Qian could easily make out a human face on every body.
The sobbing came from each of those faces.
"Looks like we found the right place. This is obviously a nursery."
As he quickly surveyed the room, Fu Qian casually answered Aiko's question.
"But I don't see any babies..."
The other three didn't seem to disagree, but even with her question answered, Aiko was still so disturbed by the scene that she felt compelled to say something.
"True, but we do have cradles."
Keeping his eyes fixed on the floor, Fu Qian didn't seem bothered.
Lots and lots of cradles.
That's right. The human bodies arranged in neat rows on the floor had almost all grasped their own legs and twisted themselves into the shape of cradles, using their soft abdomens as the bottoms.
Unfortunately, nearly every cradle had been hollowed out there, its warmer abdominal cavity put to use instead.
Thick streams of blood were flowing out of them.
Even the gray-white strands of fungus had spread all