The room was completely crimson.
The exquisite candelabra quietly burned beside, the candle flames flickering.
There were bodies on the ground.
A total of three, two men and one woman.
Judging from the blood that had yet to dry, these people should have died not long ago.
The three bodies were extremely bizarre.
Their skin was deeply wrinkled, cracked and dark, like the skin of elderly people, but it was evident that these three were not old.
Their eye sockets were sunken, the pupils full of blood streaks, as if all their essence, qi, and spirit had been drained.
It wasn't just the men.
The woman was the same.
Baiyu stifled his nausea and walked over.
All three had fatal wounds.
Their necks and wrists were slashed, yet no blood flowed from the wounds.
They had clearly been drained.
The blood on the ground was but a small amount spilled during the draining process.
Baiyu turned on the room's lights.
