The entire area was covered in blood, with it dripping down the knife's tip and sliding down the wall.
Then it slipped down the wall, silently flowing on the floor.
However, the cabinet's edge was equipped with a water barrier, so all the blood accumulated there without spilling out.
Upon seeing this scene, Xia Xin felt like his eyes were about to go blind. He couldn't help but turn his head, pressing his forehead against the pillar, forcing back the urge to vomit, managing not to throw up.
Jiangli's face also darkened upon seeing this.
Fu Shiyan looked at those human skins and said, "Is this... craftsmanship, using human skin to make things?"
Jiangli listened to him seriously asking and asked with a blank expression, "Do you think this is craftsmanship?"
Fu Shiyan: "A slip of the tongue."
Jiangli: "..."
Forget it.
