Each time he stood up, his spine straightened like a javelin, as if an indestructible force was gathering in his heart.
That was an iron will to seek justice for the deceased and to bring the truth to light. This will burned like a raging fire in their hearts, growing ever stronger and inextinguishable.
The crowd stood silently, like statues forged from grief and justice, their gazes fixed on the burning incense and candles.
The flame leaped and flickered in the darkness, like a life struggling tenaciously in the abyss of darkness, striving to emit a faint but determined light.
Wisps of smoke rise, like strands of longing, or the lingering, wronged spirits of the deceased, drifting slowly towards the unknown distance.
As the incense and candles slowly burned out over time, the ceremony was completed.
With mixed feelings, the group carefully began to smash the "sculptures".
At first glance, these "sculptures" are covered in a dazzling gold, shimmering with an eerie and mysterious light in the dark, hellish cellar.
It's as if the devil has carefully crafted bait, trying to use a gorgeous exterior to cover up its inherent evil nature.
Inside, the clay was coarse and porous, creating a stark and ironic contrast with the dazzling gold exterior.
The golden material was so unusual that everyone stared wide-eyed, practically pressing their faces against the "sculpture" to examine it closely.
Their eyes were filled with doubt and inquiry, yet they couldn't immediately discern what the material was.
If one did not know that these "sculptures" contained the corpses of innocent people, from the outside alone, these "sculptures" would be exquisitely crafted with smooth and natural lines.
Every detail seems to have been meticulously crafted by a skilled artisan, with perfect proportions and lifelike expressions.
If placed in an ordinary display area under bright light, it will surely attract everyone's attention.
It won the admiration and appreciation of the masses and became an artistic treasure in their eyes.
Yet now, in this cellar filled with sin and sorrow, a veritable hell on earth.
The people felt only deep compassion for the victims and a strong determination to uncover the truth and severely punish the perpetrators.
With everyone working together, the corpses were slowly removed one by one.
The corpses varied in degree of decomposition due to the different lengths of time they had been trapped in the cellar.
Some of the corpses were less decomposed, and their outlines could still be barely discerned. Although the skin had begun to change color, their former appearance was still recognizable.
But the putrid stench emanating from it was like an incredibly sharp dagger, piercing straight into everyone's nostrils.
It stimulates every olfactory nerve, making people grimace and vomit.
Some of the corpses were severely decomposed, unrecognizable, with muscle tissue beginning to liquefy and bones becoming faintly visible.
The stench emanating from it spread rapidly to every corner of the cellar like a surging, unstoppable tide.
The pungent smell, as if it possessed a life of its own, aggressively penetrated every pore of the crowd, relentlessly eroding their senses and nearly causing them to faint.
Finally, the last body was carefully carried out of the cellar by the group.
Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi, exhausted and completely shrouded in stench, finally stepped out of this place filled with evil.
By this time, their bodies were completely "marinated" by the nauseating smell.
It was as if every inch of skin had become a source of stench, with that nauseating smell constantly seeping from the pores.
Each strand of hair seemed to be soaked in a putrid liquid, emitting a suffocating odor.
The smell, like a persistent, insidious ailment, clung tightly to them, refusing to leave, as if it had become a part of their bodies, constantly reminding them of what they had just experienced.
The two were already extremely anxious, their hearts filled with a desire for the truth and anger towards the murderer, and they were determined to go and interrogate the person who had committed the heinous crime as soon as possible.
But as soon as he lifted his foot to move, he was stopped by the soldiers with troubled expressions.
The officers and soldiers looked helpless, with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, and explained with a tone of anxiety and sincerity.
"My lords, I am truly sorry, but the smell on you is simply too strong and pungent, making it unbearable!"
Although the prison is perpetually dark and damp, filled with a rotten smell, it is still relatively clean and tidy.
The jailers usually clean the place meticulously, and if the two gentlemen were to arrive covered in such a foul stench, the jailers would surely be driven to vomit on the spot.
Even those prisoners in the imperial jail who committed minor crimes, if they were released in the future, would inevitably have something to say about the image of the two lords.
At that point, the two officials will lose face and prestige among the people!
Upon hearing the soldiers' words, Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi felt helpless and anxious, like ants on a hot pan, but they also knew that the soldiers' words were all reasonable.
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