Chapter 76 Sacrifice

Lu Yuan kept pushing the door, and his whole body was frozen in place.

He stared at the scene in the room, motionless...

A few seconds later, he walked in and gently closed the door.

Lu Yuan stood quietly at the door of the room, and the 100-watt incandescent lamp illuminated the whole room clearly.

Blood.

On the walls, the floor, the ceiling... there were traces of blood everywhere.

Dark red, already dry and hard.

The bloody smell was so strong that it choked the nose.

A woman knelt in the center of the room with her back to Lu Yuan.

She was dead.

The skin on her entire back was peeled off, and her chest was opened from the back, but it was empty inside.

Beside the woman, there were strange patterns, lines, and symbols painted with blood... Some of them even looked like children's graffiti.

The whole scene looked like a bloody and extremely cruel sacrificial ceremony.

And the woman was the sacrifice that was slaughtered like cattle and sheep in this ceremony!

"Ugh--"

Lu Yuan could no longer maintain his calmness on his face, and his stomach churned slightly.

Thanks to the many ways he had tried to kill rats in his consciousness, and the scenes of blood and organs dumped on the ground like garbage.

His nerves were slightly stronger after being trained.

Now he didn't vomit on the spot.

"Hiss--"

Lu Yuan wanted to take a deep breath to calm down, but he stopped immediately after inhaling a lot of fishy smell.

He walked around the room with his nose covered, and then found a pile of burnt things in the corner of the room.

It was probably the woman's clothes before her death, and there was a leather bag that had been burned for almost two-thirds.

Lu Yuan gently poked it with his foot and barely recognized a few letters on the bag strap.

"H..A....L....."

It seemed to be a luxury brand.

Obviously, this woman whose internal organs were hollowed out and used as paint was not a local in this area.

Maybe she was a white-collar worker working in a high-end office building in the city?

Lu Yuan took out his phone from his pocket, opened the screen and found that there was still no signal.

He took a few photos of the woman's body and the room, then left the room.

"Cuckoo--"

The corridor on the second floor was lit, and there was no one except Lu Yuan.

He heard a sound from below and looked down.

He found that the man in the vest and another person who had just been in the living room were holding something like a dustpan and feeding the crows in the front yard like chickens.

Lu Yuan couldn't see what was in the dustpan, and the two people didn't notice him.

He looked for a while, then walked into the second room on the second floor openly.

The second room was similar.

It was also a bloody and cruel sacrificial scene, with all kinds of weird symbols painted on the walls and the floor.

But this time the sacrifice was a man.

He looked very strong.

But he was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, and his head was cut off by a human.

Lu Yuan continued to take photos and then left the room.

He walked through one room after another.

After walking through the second floor, he went up to the third floor.

The same bloody scene was in every room.

The higher he went, the fresher the bodies and bloodstains became, and the colder Lu Yuan's face became.

He could feel it clearly.

In his chest, all over his body... there seemed to be a repressive and cold airflow surging.

It kept accumulating...

It could burst out at any time.

......

In a cramped and dim room, perhaps there was something wrong with the fluorescent tube in this room, the light flickered, and it was completely not as dazzling as the previous rooms.

Lu Yuan squatted down and used the half-burned mosquito coil he found on the stairs to gently stir a pile of burnt ashes on the ground.

He picked out a half-burned ID card from the burnt pile.

The portrait on the ID card was no longer clear, and the name column...

"Chen..."

Lu Yuan read out the first word, and the second word was burnt, and he could only barely recognize a radical of "阝".

"Chen...Chen..."

Lu Yuan suddenly had a flash of light in his mind, and he subconsciously looked up at the corpse in the center of the room.

"Chen Yang?!"

He remembered the crying woman he had seen at the entrance of Yuanwu Hall, pestering Lin Zhiqin, and constantly muttering "Chen Yang, my Chen Yang..."

The sacrifice in this room was indeed a man.

Very young.

All four limbs were broken.

All the facial features were cut off, and a pair of empty eye sockets stared silently at the ceiling.

"Is it the same person?"

Lu Yuan didn't know.

But it didn't seem to matter at this time.

He looked at it silently for a while, threw away the mosquito coil in his hand, turned around and walked out of the room.

This is the last room on the third floor.

The rest is the fourth floor.

All the way, Lu Yuan entered no less than ten rooms and saw no less than ten corpses with different deaths.

He thought he was almost numb.

But when he walked into the first room on the fourth floor, his heart still felt uncomfortable as if someone had pulled it hard.

The first room on the fourth floor is very large.

It is also a bloody slaughterhouse-like scene, with strange and bizarre line symbols painted everywhere.

The only difference is.

Four bodies were kneeling in the center of the ceremony in this room.

Three adults and one child.

All of them had their heads chopped off and were held in front of their chests with their hands.

A wooden stake was inserted from the bottom of their chests, supporting them from falling.

On the ground in front of the bodies, a one-foot-long ox-horn knife was nailing something to the ground.

Lu Yuan walked over step by step and saw that it was a photo.

The bloodstained photo showed a family of five - a young couple holding a little girl.

There was an older couple standing behind them.

The dark-skinned man with a simple and honest smile, like an old farmer, was clearly the man in the vest who had ordered people to beat up Wang Zhichao, whom Lu Yuan had seen before!

Next to the photo, there was a line of words written in blood - dedicated to... the great Zong Gao... Ya Shen!

Lu Yuan looked at these crooked words, even two of which were written incorrectly.

The image of the man in the vest chopping off the heads of his loved ones one by one, arranging them neatly, and then writing these words on the ground with his rough hands that had worked for most of his life, dipped in blood.

Perhaps at the end, he was afraid that he was not sincere enough, so he specially nailed the treasured family photo in front of the corpse...

Lu Yuan looked at the photo in front of him, his eyes flickered, and it seemed that something in his heart was eager to burst out.

"Huh--"

Suddenly, a strong stench blew towards him.

Lu Yuan looked up and saw that the window facing the sun in this room was not closed, and the black curtains were blown by the wind.

He strode up and pulled open the curtains.

The stench that had been lingering in his mouth and nose since he stepped into the yard suddenly became many times stronger.

He looked down from the window.

He only saw a huge septic tank full of crows.

In the pool, one could vaguely see the rotten, whitened limbs and broken arms...

Lu Yuan stood in front of the window sill for a long time in a daze.

The hot wind with the stench of corpses and bird droppings kept blowing on his face.

"Beast."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and said something as if he was talking to himself.

He opened them again.

There was only complete coldness in his eyes.

"Damn it."

He turned around calmly and walked towards the door step by step.