Chapter 18 A Holocaus (1/2)

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We drove away from the city center and towards the suburbs.

Sometimes this city felt fascinating to me. Though what I had gone through was weird and amazing at the same time, I still believed that this city was great to relax and have fun.

I could see the huge mountain range stretching endlessly to the horizon. The sky was a little gloomy, with clouds floating low in the sky. It was quiet and silent except for occasional birds chirping.

“Are we there yet?” Bai leaned against the window with his eyes wide open. “Isn’t this place too quiet? I don’t hear a single sound.”

Indeed, we had parked the car at the entrance of the village, but the village was so quiet we heard nothing except the birds chirping.

“Let’s get off and see.” Wen Jiubo unbuckled his seat belt and got off the car. I hurriedly picked up my backpack and followed him.

“This is the right place.” Wen Jiubo leaned against the car and took out his cell phone to check the map. “However, this village is supposed to have at least 400 people. Where are they?”

Wen Jiubo’s muttering gave me a bad feeling. We left the car and entered the village.

As we expected, when we entered the village, it was dreadfully silent. I didn’t see anyone along the road and neither did I see any of those strong men that Wen Jiubo mentioned. A flock of crows had gathered on the rooftops, scarily cawing.

Wen Jiubo frowned and stopped abruptly. I almost bumped into him.

“Bai,” Wen Jiubo lowered his voice and said. “Take a look at the house over there.”

“Ah? What should I look for?” Bai asked.

“Just go, hurry up.”

Though Bai was confused, he didn’t dare to disobey and quickly ran over. He disappeared from my sight in a blink of an eye.

I looked up at Wen Jiubo. He was frowning and looked very serious with no trace of the casual attitude he usually had.

What’s going on?

A moment later, Bai hurriedly ran back. He ran so fast that he tripped in the middle of his run.

“My god! Wen Jiubo, inside that house ——”

Bai didn’t finish his sentence, but with his paws white as snow covered in blood, he didn’t need to tell us what was inside for us to understand.

“Damn it,” Wen Jiubo muttered before rushing into the house. I stood frozen for a few seconds before I hurriedly followed him.

The house that Bai inspected just now was an ordinary-looking house which could be commonly seen in rural areas. The house, with a wooden door and brick walls, was able to accommodate up to three people.

Wen Jiubo pushed the door open, and the scene inside the house was unforgettable.

Everything inside this small house, from the floor to the ceiling, was dyed in blood. All the furniture, broom, dustpan, and other commonly used articles were scattered on the floor, along with bloody body parts.

Messy… was not the right word to describe the scene. This was hell itself.