Madam Lin told Gu Yichen that since Yu Lingqian had returned, he had been staying in the garage and had not come out yet.
Gu Yichen's brows twitched, a bad premonition creeping up on him.
He turned around and strode toward the garage.
The garage door was open, and a faint light shone from the storage compartment at the far end.
When Gu Yichen and Xue Murong walked in, they saw Yu Lingqian standing right in the center of the room.
Even though he was just standing there, doing nothing, the room was still filled with a sinister and terrifying smell of blood.
It was a feeling more horrifying than mangled flesh, causing anyone inside to shudder and scream involuntarily.
"Where is he?"
His voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
At his feet, a man in his thirties was lying on the ground, his face unmarked, but he was unable to get up, his whole body rolling in dust, cold sweat nearly submerging his face.
