"Young master?"
Hearing the guard's voice, Chief Steward Shen Hong hurriedly turned his head and spoke respectfully, "Young master, why are you here? Were we making too much noise, did we disturb you?"
"...Yeah."
Le Yu slowly walked over, glanced at the bloodstains and corpse on the ground. Shen Hong immediately said, "Young master, be careful not to dirty your shoes, I'll have someone clean this up right away."
Le Yu looked at Shuang Ye's severed head. Her round face was swollen and purple, as if she'd been struck hard. Her eyes were wide open, staring unknowingly into some distant place, but at last, all of it turned into the dead stillness of a deep pool.
He had seen his share of corpses. On his very first day in this world, he'd seen his own dead body, and then those of Lin Jinyao and Lin Xue'en—next came the bodies of Chen Fu and the rest of the Statistical Department's first team, and just this morning, he'd witnessed the ugly sight of Old Huo's gang hanging themselves.
