Fletcher's Descent into the Abyss Chapter 87

The door panel fell to the ground with a clang, dust was flying, and the room was dark. Fei Sheng covered his mouth and nose and stepped into it without missing any corner.

This was the old residence of the King of Qin. Although it had fallen into disrepair over the years, one could still see its former splendor. Fei Sheng lit the candle he had brought with him, extinguished the fire stick, and went to sleep.

"The curtains and bedding are all new." Ge Qingqing lifted the drapes and looked at the bed.

"There were still people living there a few days ago." Fei Sheng stopped at the table and opened the lid of the teapot. There were still tea stains inside. "The tea we drank was Juexi Baimazhou spring tea. It seems that Xi Hongxuan did not treat them badly."

When Ge Qingqing checked the bed, he saw blood stains. His chest jumped rapidly, he threw off the entire quilt, and then took a step back suddenly.