Their brows were tightly furrowed together, like two mountain peaks about to merge, and their eyes revealed endless contemplation and exploration.
They tried to find even the slightest clue from the faint traces of memory, from those overlooked details, to explain this sudden and bizarre change.
Qin Qianluo was like a focused statue, concentrating all her attention on the ten exquisitely crafted and perfectly formed "sculptures" on the light screen.
These "sculptures" radiate a dazzling golden light, like the brilliance of the rising sun, dazzling and intense.
This somewhat cramped cellar appears magnificent yet exudes an indescribable eeriness.
Judging from its fine texture and pure color, it must have been carefully crafted from gold of extremely high purity.
Each "sculpture" has lines that seem to be the work of a master, flowing and natural, full of a mysterious and unique beauty, as if telling an untold story.
Her eyes held a deep, focused, and sharp thoughtfulness, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky.
We try to penetrate the fog of this glamorous facade and reach the core secret hidden within.
She deliberately shifted her gaze away from the horrific and unbearable scene unfolding in front of the "sculpture".
It was as if they couldn't bear to witness that human tragedy, and instead poured all their energy into these "sculptures".
Qin Qianluo narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze sharp and resolute, like a keen falcon locking onto its prey.
They attempted to capture key information to unravel the mystery of the disappearance from every detail, every texture, and every luster of the "sculpture".
After a long silence, so long that the surrounding air seemed to freeze, Qin Qianluo finally spoke slowly, her voice gentle yet carrying a firm power that seemed to transcend time and space.
In his heart, he asked Feng Qingyun, "Yunbao, in your opinion, this person's actions are so unusual, going to such great lengths and going to such lengths."
Is he just creating gilded statues of the men and women he captured?
Moreover, could it be that, just as I suspect, each of these seemingly perfectly formed 'sculptures' conceals the body of a victim?
Although her voice wasn't loud, it seemed to possess a magical power that could penetrate layers of fog and reach the core of the truth.
Feng Qingyun's originally clear and lively eyes were now fixed on the "sculptures" in the light screen that emitted a strange golden light.
In his eyes, terror and grief surged like a turbulent undercurrent.
Her delicate, peach-blossom-like face was suddenly enveloped as if by the frost of winter, all color draining away and turning as pale as paper.
Her small lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and her voice trembled violently, each syllable filled with deep anxiety.
As if squeezed from the depths of his soul, he said, "Yes, Luo Bao... these 'sculptures' that are as dazzling as gold on the surface."
They appear magnificent, but inside, each one coldly imprisons a corpse that has already vanished.
Those vibrant lives, which should have shone brightly in this world, were so cruelly taken away.
They were forever trapped within this cruel 'sculpture,' enduring endless pain and despair.
She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to calm the turbulent emotions surging within her.
But his voice was still trembling violently: "Luo Bao, if we can get there as quickly as possible, there might still be a glimmer of hope."
To be able to save that poor woman who was being cruelly bled from that demonic man.
That inhuman, utterly depraved guy would bleed the people he captured for three consecutive days before creating these so-called 'sculptures'.
They were driven to their deaths, bit by bit, in extreme pain and fear. Every drop of blood that flowed was a desperate cry from the victims.
This woman was currently enduring the agony of her first bloodletting; her life hung by a thread, like a candle flickering in a storm, threatening to be extinguished at any moment.
Tears of anxiety and grief welled up in Feng Qingyun's eyes. Through the light screen, she seemed to see Qin Qianluo from her past life.
That desperate and helpless look in her eyes, and the pain she was enduring.
Her heart was filled with anger at this heinous act, and at the same time, she was filled with deep compassion for the suffering that had befallen her.
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