Their figures appeared so resolute and warm in the dim light, carrying the hope of life.

Every subtle action was filled with care and concern for the victims, as if to completely rescue them from the abyss of darkness.

The six victims, who were struggling in the darkness, were then rushed to where the medical staff were.

At this moment, the doctor is their beacon of hope for a new life, and everyone is eagerly anticipating that the doctor can use their superb medical skills to treat them as soon as possible.

To soothe physical pain and comfort wounded hearts. Every step forward carries with it the reverence for life and the steadfast commitment to hope.

At this moment, only those eerie and chilling "sculptures" remained in the vast cellar.

These "sculptures," like the masterpieces of evil, stand silently in the darkness, as if telling tragic stories.

Ye Xingli's gaze involuntarily fell on Lu Yunqi. Their eyes met in mid-air, and in that instant, both of them revealed the same solemn and troubled expression.

These "sculptures" were quite large, like heavy mountains, standing in front of them, leaving them momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Leaving them in the cellar for an extended period of time is not a sustainable solution.

Not to mention the fact that the victims' families, after learning that their loved ones had died in such a horrific way, also had to face the cruel reality that their loved ones were trapped in this gloomy cellar.

They would be devastated and heartbroken; the unbearable pain and grief would be enough to break anyone.

Imagine families eagerly awaiting the safe return of their loved ones, only to receive such cruel and devastating news; their world would instantly crumble.

For those family members who have not yet recovered from the grief of losing their loved ones...

The added burden of facing the devastating reality of their loved ones' bodies being trapped in a cellar is like rubbing salt into their already broken hearts.

Just consider the time it takes for a corpse to begin to decompose.

The stench emanating from it would surely permeate the entire cellar like a raging tide, causing dizziness and near suffocation.

In fact, the moment they stepped into the cellar, they could already detect a nauseating smell of decay amidst the strong, pungent stench of blood.

It was as if the air was filled with the stench of death and sin.

That smell, like an invisible black hand, gripped their throats, reminding them of all the evil that had occurred here.

With each breath came the nauseating stench, filling their hearts with anger at the evil and regret for the loss of life.

Lu Yunqi frowned deeply, his brows furrowing like two mountain peaks about to merge, lost in deep thought.

His eyes revealed a hint of confusion and anxiety as he struggled to find a solution in this oppressive atmosphere.

His mind raced, trying to find a clue from his chaotic thoughts.

Suddenly, as if he had found a spark of inspiration in the darkness, a light flashed in his eyes, as if he had remembered something of utmost importance.

In that instant, his expression became excited, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope for solving the problem.

He hurriedly reached into his robes, his movements swift and urgent, and pulled out the piece of paper that King Jinrui Zhao had given him earlier.

The paper, in the dim cellar, seemed to carry a glimmer of hope.

He strode to the flickering candlelight, which, though small, seemed to be the only source of light illuminating his path.

The faint candlelight flickered in the darkness, seemingly about to be swallowed up at any moment, yet it stubbornly emitted its light, bringing a glimmer of warmth and hope.

He carefully unfolded the paper, which made a soft rustling sound that was particularly clear in the silent cellar.

The voice seemed like the whisper of fate, telling them the key to solving the problem.

He leaned closer to the candlelight, his eyes fixed on the words on the paper, carefully examining each word and sentence.

At the time, they were eager to find the perpetrator of this evil and save those innocent lives.

He only glanced at the address briefly before hurriedly putting the paper away.

Only then did he realize that there was more content on the back of the paper, which he hadn't had time to read carefully before due to being too rushed.

Lu Yunqi read intently, and as his gaze slowly moved across the paper, his expression, which had been as tense as a bowstring, gradually relaxed slightly.

The furrowed brows gradually relaxed, as if the dark clouds were slowly dispersing and the sunlight was about to pierce through the clouds.

After reading it, he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with a sense of relief and understanding, and looked at Ye Xingli.

With a hint of relief in his voice, he said, "Lord Ye, His Highness Prince Zhao wrote on his paper that we can explain the current dire situation to these 'sculptures'."

To express respect and condolences to the deceased, our words must be sincere and heartfelt, so that the deceased can feel our sentiments.

Then we light incense and kowtow three times to express our sincerity. This incense represents our respect and blessings for the deceased, hoping that they can rest in peace.

After that, you can simply smash it open and take the corpse inside away.

In this way, these poor deceased can be laid to rest sooner, and their souls can be released.