Qin Yu flicked the Winding Silk Gloves in his hand. His body passed through the two of them.
With a flash of the blade, the heads of the two supervisors flew up.
Warm blood splattered out of the corpse that had fallen to the ground.
"You guys can leave. The persons supervising the house outside are already dead."
Qin Yu said softly.
However, what surprised him was that these 200 people ignored him.
A few of them trembled as if they were tempted. However, they suddenly thought of something terrifying and began to knock on the mine again.
Qin Yu sighed. He did not know what kind of torture these people had gone through.
They had already given up all hope. Their greatest hope now was probably to die quickly.
Qin Yu sighed. He picked up the little boy and continued on his way.
Along the way, Qin Yu realized that a contact point would be set at a fixed distance.