The criminal, who was originally engrossed in preparing materials for his "sculpture," was terrified when the soldiers suddenly burst in like ghosts.
His eyes widened, filled with terror and disbelief, as if he were seeing the deadly force of hell.
His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground like a heavy sandbag.
Before he could recover from this sudden turn of events, several strong hands pinned him down like iron clamps, rendering him completely immobile.
His face was filled with panic, his lips trembling like leaves in the autumn wind. He wanted to say something, but fear choked his throat, and he could only let out a few indistinct sobs.
Filled with doubt and confusion, he racked his brains but still couldn't figure out how these people had found this hidden place without leaving a single trace.
It was as if his carefully constructed fortress of evil had been ruthlessly destroyed in an instant, exposing all his conspiracies and evil deeds to the light of day.
Lu Yunqi's face was ashen, his expression so solemn it seemed to drip water, every wrinkle etched with anger and heartache.
He slowly walked into the cellar, and the stench and eeriness emanating from it hit him like a physical force, as if an invisible black hand were gripping his throat.
This made him cough violently, and his brows furrowed tightly into a deep frown.
When his gaze fell upon the completed "sculptures," it was as if he had been struck by an invisible electric current, and his heart suddenly tightened.
It felt as if I was suddenly gripped tightly by a cold and evil hand, unable to breathe.
Although they had previously witnessed this horrifying and gruesome scene through the light screen above King Jinrui Zhao's head.
But now, truly experiencing it firsthand, witnessing these scenes of hell on earth, is truly unforgettable.
The intense impact still swept over him like a tidal wave, making his very soul tremble.
He involuntarily shivered, his body trembling violently as if he were experiencing the dead of winter.
His teeth chattered uncontrollably, as if silently but angrily protesting against the evil in the darkness.
The "sculptures" made from living people emitted an eerie and cold light in the dark, inky cellar.
They stood there silently, each one like a vessel bearing endless pain and injustice. Their distorted postures seemed to be the final depiction of life struggling in despair.
These "sculptures" are like a group of ghosts trapped in the darkness, sending chills down one's spine, as if one were in the abyss of a nightmare, unable to escape the shroud of evil.
Ye Xingli was extremely anxious, his heart filled with endless worry and anxiety, as if a raging fire was burning in his chest.
In this dark, inky cellar filled with the stench of decay and blood, his gaze, sharp as a hawk's, searched every shadowy corner with eagerness and focus.
The darkness in the cellar seemed to be alive, trying to devour everything.
But he was fearless, relying on his firm belief and urgent determination to save lives, he tried to penetrate the layers of darkness.
Soon, in a corner shrouded in darkness and seemingly isolated from the world, he discovered the six innocent people trapped inside.
In that instant, he felt a surge of relief and relief, but was also overwhelmed by deep sorrow and indignation.
Besides the woman who was being cruelly bled to death, whom we just witnessed on the light screen, there were four men and one woman.
Their appearance was like that of lonely souls struggling to emerge from the abyss of purgatory, making it unbearable to look at and causing one's heart to ache.
They were emaciated, as if time and hardship had squeezed their bodies down to skin and bones.
Each protruding bone seemed to be silently telling the story of the torment suffered.
Their frail bodies seemed so delicate that a gentle breeze could topple them, making one worry that they might vanish like fragile pieces of paper at any moment.
Their clothes were tattered and torn, like withered leaves after a fierce wind, barely clinging to their bodies and unable to conceal their battered and ravaged forms.
These tattered clothes seem to be showing visitors the despair and helplessness they have experienced, and bearing witness to those heinous acts.
Their faces were filled with terror and helplessness, their eyes empty and lifeless, like bodies ripped from their souls.
Having lost the vibrancy and brilliance that life should have, they are like two dried-up, bottomless pools, leaving only endless desolation.
Just by looking at their miserable appearance, one can easily imagine the inhuman torture they have endured in the past few days.
That must have been a dark journey filled with fear, despair, and pain.
Every minute and every second was like a sharp knife, carving deep wounds on their bodies and minds.
Perhaps it was the endless fear, or perhaps it was the dual torment of body and mind, that caused them to lose hope in life, leaving only numbness and despair.
Upon seeing this, Ye Xingli felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, as if he were being tightly gripped by an invisible and cruel hand, the pain almost making it hard to breathe.
His eyes were slightly red, a complex mix of sympathy for the victims and anger at the crimes.
He hurriedly waved to the soldiers beside him, his voice trembling with barely concealed anxiety: "Quickly, take them out! Be careful, don't hurt them again!"
The officers and soldiers quickly understood and approached the six victims with hurried yet cautious steps. Their expressions were serious and focused, but also cautious.
Their movements were gentle and swift, as if handling the most precious and fragile treasures in the world, as they slowly helped the six people up and led them out of the gloomy and terrifying cellar.
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