As they walked, their surroundings soon began to feel familiar. "Mr. Luo, we've been down this road before. This... this leads to the Second Young Master's room."
A wave of dread suddenly swept over Lin Qianqian. The Second Young Master was their last bargaining chip. If anything happened to him, only the Third Young Master would remain to inherit the Wu family fortune. Then they would be doomed.
"Don't panic. We've already dug up the Vengeful Infant Bottle. The Second Young Master won't die that easily."
That was what Luo Tianhe said, but his expression made it clear that he wasn't nearly as calm as his words suggested. The Wu Family Mansion looked ordinary enough, yet it was like an iceberg floating on the sea: what they had seen was only the tip above the water, while the truly terrifying things lurked beneath the dark, deep waves. The mysterious Blood Corpse Tomb had yet to reveal its secrets.
At last, they stopped in front of a courtyard. Outside the gate stood Jiang Cheng, Wang Fugui, and the other two, along with Yuan Shanyuan and Bai Yu. Everyone looked deeply worried, while several servants huddled nearby, their faces full of fear.
"Master Luo is here!"
Someone called out, and the crowd stirred again. As the two approached, the people parted on their own. Lin Qianqian peered curiously through the courtyard gate, but one glance was enough to chill her to the bone.
Several bloody heads lay on the stone steps before the Second Young Master's door. They were scattered in different positions, with no sign that anyone had arranged them. It looked more as if they had been thrown from a distance.
Even Luo Tianhe, a seasoned hand, couldn't help narrowing his eyes at the sight.
Most importantly, the heads looked