"Someone killed those tourists, skinned them, cut off their skulls, and placed them in cabinets, their organs all soaked in glass jars filled with alcohol... It's too, too horrifying..."
As Xia Xin spoke, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, "No, I can't take it, I'm going to throw up..."
He rushed to the small balcony nearby, leaning over the railing and retching.
The crowd shivered upon hearing this.
"So, those missing tourists are all... dead?" Meng Hongyao's face twitched as she drew a sharp breath, "Though there were too many deaths this time as well..."
Fortunately, none of their people were harmed this time.
But... if those previously missing tourists were all dead, it would be quite a significant blood debt.
The crowd felt a bit complicated.
Xun Tianhai's expression darkened, "How many people?"
Fu Shiyan glanced at Jiangli, who was immersed in wiping his hands, and said calmly, "16 skulls, but only 15 skins."
He had just counted the numbers.
