Sitting in the bedroom, Jietisikoki watched as Ye Chen froze solid on the spot, then remarked in an even tone:
"Ah, this house is filthy and messy—a garbage dump fit for breeding maggots."
"Ye Chen, I'm truly sorry to have made you live in such a disgusting place for six whole days."
"Consider the corpses of these three bugs my apology. Don't be polite. No need to thank me."
"By the way, I didn't just make my move."
"This had already happened mere minutes after you parted ways with them earlier and walked out of this house~"
"They were still happily cooking food at the time. Unfortunately, before they could eat dinner, they themselves went cold first~"
"Ah, one second they were chatting and laughing with boundless enthusiasm, and the next they were howling and struggling in helpless despair. That intense contrast was simply too vivid, too amusing, too unforgettable."
"What a pity you weren't there to see it~"
The young man looked up at the family hanging overhead, his shrunken pupils slowly widening again from their stunned state.
The next second, a color of grief blanketed Ye Chen's entire face.
He gave no response to Jietisikoki's words. He merely blinked his bloodshot eyes, then raised a hand and released a crimson wave of blood, severing the ropes above the Daig Family's heads. He steadily caught their bodies and gently laid the three of them at his feet.
Then, Ye Chen bent down on one knee, taking in those three pallid faces at close range, before extending his faintly trembling hand and gently closing their eyelids one by one.
At the same time, his heart began to beat faster.
Thump, thump, thump.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump------------------!
Like an earthquake before a volcano erupted.
Or thunder before a torrential storm arrived.