Extracting a key, Du San stepped forward to unlock the copper padlock on the wardrobe. The moment he slid the wardrobe doors open, Cheng Cha, hiding under the bed, suddenly felt a gust of cold wind sweep over him, his head became groggy, and a flood of negative emotions, akin to pain and despair, stormed into his mind.
Right now, Cheng Cha wanted nothing more than to scream out loud to vent all these emotions, but he didn't dare. He knew all too well that any slight movement would lead to his discovery by Du San and the others, and that would mean a grisly death—likely being pinned to the ground and beheaded.
His vision blurring, Cheng Cha bit his tongue, and with the sharp taste of blood, that sense of confusion gradually dissipated. He held his breath and watched intently as Du San opened the wardrobe to reveal not the expected corpses but several pieces of clothing, all emitting a foul stench and covered in dried blood.