บท 276: The Hooded Ones

"F-Fith sister..."

His throat was so dry that just saying her name felt like swallowing blades.

He stepped on top of the severed hands and feet and reached out to her, pulling her away from the tens of thousands of other corpses.

Her bright red hair that she was so proud of had patches missing along with her scalp making a bloody scene. It seemed like someone had pulled her hair with such force that the skin itself came off.

Both her legs were bent backwads, her arms covered in bloody scratches. She was missing the nails of her fingers. Seemed like they had been pulled out.

Her ribs were poking out of her abdomen, proof of the numerous beatings she had received.

Her pretty face was perhaps the only body part left intact.

Her eyes seemed hollow and weary with dried streaks of blood stuck to the side of her face. But out of all the things, it was her expression that caught Hao Xuan's eye. It wasn't one of pain or disgust, but one of relief.