"Quick, the Households Commander is still inside!"
Although fearful, the soldiers still rushed in with torches.
The blazing flames dispelled the darkness and mystery.
The scene they witnessed before them made them breathe a sigh of relief.
Huang Qianhu was unharmed and was slowly getting up from the ground, apart from the soldier whose heart had been dug out, most were still alive.
A few were knocked unconscious by the Vigorous Vajra Palm, they were still bleeding from their mouths, and even if they survived, they probably couldn't continue to eat from the official's rice bowl.
Only Li Yan was walking towards the monk's corpse.
"Young Hero Li, what was that just now?"
Huang Qianhu, with uncertainty and tremor in his eyes, asked.
Even though it was pitch dark earlier, and one couldn't see their own hand, the eerie sounds of chains, the woman's screams, and the cold seeping into their hearts, all of it made his skin crawl.
