The next day.
A large crowd gathered outside the Drunken Red Pavilion, watching the constables coming and going from the building as they whispered among themselves.
"That was ruthless. An entire household slaughtered in a single night."
"Who on earth did the Liu Lineage offend?"
"Who knows? Heh, maybe some dragon passing through from across the river."
"Good riddance. I've hated the Liu Lineage for ages. If I hadn't arrived in time back then, my daughter would probably have ended up in a brothel too."
The chatter grew louder and louder. Some sighed in dismay, while others clapped and cheered.
Someone in the crowd had sneaked inside to take a look before the constables arrived.
The sight had drained all color from his face. His stomach churned, and he could not stop himself from vomiting and dry-heaving.
This was no ordinary massacre. There were no severed limbs in the Drunken Red Pavilion.
There was only blood mixed with flesh, sinew, and powdered bone, deep enough to completely cover the ankles.
The walls and corridors were covered in dried, human-shaped bloodstains.
Every corpse had been smashed into bloody pulp!
"Chief, we've finished the count. Aside from the women working here, seventy-two people died in this building."
"They include the Liu grandfather and grandson, the steward, and the pavilion's proprietor. According to witnesses, the killer was a man skilled in using both palms."
On the second floor of the Drunken Red Pavilion, a bailiff respectfully reported to a middle-aged chief constable.
"All right, understood." The chief constable nodded, his expression calm.
But thoughts churned through his mind. Such a terrifying method of slaughter left him unable to settle his emotions for a long time.
No reason, no grudge—he had wiped out the Liu household without any cause.
According to the witnesses, this