A silent withered forest, a silent little town…

Zhu Daniang moved her eight legs and chose one household to enter.

A moment later, her voice came from inside. “Dead.”

A family of six lay scattered in every direction, from a three-year-old child to an elder in their sixties. Every member of the household was here.

Each corpse was shriveled, as if every last bit of their flesh and blood had been sucked dry.

There were several round holes on every body.

Dong Rui went to check the rear shed of another home and clicked his tongue twice. “They didn’t even spare the pigs and dogs.”

The livestock had all died the same way.

Whoever the killer was that had slaughtered the townspeople, they had truly left not even the chickens or dogs alive.

He Lingchuan looked at the window and said, “They broke in from outside. There were many of them.”

Several hundred people in a town, all drained of flesh and blood,...