It sounded like someone was hanging themselves, the rope creaking under the strain.
If it were anyone else, they'd have dropped their wooden bowls and utensils and run by now. But Yang Xiao and Musa exchanged a glance, and the two headed towards the derelict house from which the sound emanated, one in front of the other.
A door full of cracks was tightly shut. Yang Xiao didn't recklessly push it open. Instead, he quietly approached and peered inside through a gap in the door.
A stench of decay assaulted his nostrils. The room was very dark, so to see more clearly, Yang Xiao squinted his eyes.
In the next second, upon seeing the scene inside the room, Yang Xiao was startled. He saw seven or eight corpses hanging from the beams in various strange postures, with some of the bodies slightly swaying.
Seeing Yang Xiao suddenly step back, Musa beside him realized something was wrong, "What is it?"
