The flames went out, leaving behind the ruined Duke White Tiger's Mansion, yet no lingering warmth remained. Only gusts of cold wind passed through the wreckage, carrying away the last trace of heat, as if restless ghosts still wandered over the ruins of Duke White Tiger's Mansion.
The only building left intact was the White Tiger Ancestral Hall.
Only, outside the White Tiger Ancestral Hall, blackened blood had already defiled the ancient bluestone bricks, and the soil in the flowerbeds had turned into mire.
And beneath that mire, no one knew how many corpses were buried. Flowers growing from the bones were just beginning to bud, making them seem all the more bewitching.
Inside the ancestral hall.
The ancestral tablets still stood on the offering table, but now they looked rather sinister and terrifying. The names on the tablets had been painted in blood, or else seemed like bloody tears wept out upon them.
What was placed before the offering table was not fruits or cooked food, but hearts, livers, spleens, stomachs, and kidneys, as well as the already shriveled Dai Hao Demon.
Dai Hao Demon was completely dead, his shriveled face still fixed in an expression of pain and despair.
The blood that flowed out of Dai Hao Demon's body ran down along the offering table, spreading across the floor of the ancestral hall, sticky as syrup.
On the central beam of the ancestral hall, white silk suspended the corpse of a woman dressed in bright red wedding robes.
It was the Duchess, Xu QiuDi!
Xu QiuDi wore the red wedding dress and red shoes from when she had married, beautiful and captivating, but on the skin she exposed, clear traces of violence could be seen.
Her slender ankles were bound by a red cord, and the White Tiger