Can't help but gasp for breath.
"No way, among so many corpses, it's one thing for all the men to be drained of bone marrow through Yang harvesting, but why are there also women's corpses?"
His mouth agape.
Luckily, these corpses were all completely desiccated like mummies, and despite being long dead, there was no foul smell. What chilled Jiang Feng to the bone, though, was the way these people had died.
Their faces bore ambiguous, satisfied smiles, making it clear that even in the process of having their bone marrow drawn out while alive, they were immersed in the ultimate physical pleasure. But strangely, the female corpses bore the same expression.
Mouths wide open... no, it was three mouths wide open. Just looking at it was enough to instill fear in anyone.
He looked up at the dilapidated temple hanging with red lanterns above. According to the nearby residents, this Red Grass Temple would only reveal its true appearance in the dead of night, emerging without warning.
