They avoided the statues along the way, carefully making their way to the location Wei Yanchi had pointed out on the map.
It was not a proper concert hall, but a large assembly hall. From the outside, it had a modern architectural style, with a wave-shaped roof.
They went inside.
The interior was spacious, but blood seeped from behind the tightly closed doors. A pale hand lay on the floor, its owner long dead.
Several corpses in the audience seats wore strained smiles, their arms and heads twisted at impossible angles. The sight was exceptionally eerie.
The enormous bronze sculpture Resurrection stood at the front of the stage. The high, semicircular dome reflected and concentrated sound effectively.
Wei Yanchi calmly surveyed their surroundings, his gaze sweeping over the corpses.
Silas walked over and carefully manipulated the corpses a few times. Judging by the lividity and stiffness, he concluded, "They died when the Instance descended. The statues didn't kill them. There's something else deadly here."
Juelu looked around, then held the railing as she headed upstairs. The building was vast, with a simple grandeur. If not for the corpses in plain sight, it would have made an excellent tourist attraction.
Walking beside Wei Yanchi, Beiwei asked him, "Have you found anything? Is Isis's husband's body really here? If we can't deduce where it is, we'll have to use the most brute-force method and search the place inch by inch."
As though something had suddenly occurred to him, Wei Yanchi's lips curled slightly. "Right, an inch-by-inch search. The most brute-force method, but also the most effective."
"Huh?" Beiwei's eyes widened slightly. "Are you serious? There are four of us, and this place is huge. We're going to search every inch of it?"
The next second, Wei Yanchi reached out and tapped her