Massacre (2)

"Where did everyone go?" Little White Tiger also found it very strange.

As Ye Qingtang pondered the situation, the faint scent of blood suddenly drifted into her nostrils. That scent had originated from the nearby practice hall. Almost instinctively, Ye Qingtang walked over to the hall.

The main doors to the practice hall were closed. Standing outside, Ye Qingtang could not hear any sound at all.

Stepping forward, Ye Qingtang pushed open the door. Her fingers made contact with something sticky on the handle. She pulled back her hand and saw that her fingers were stained a deep brown.

That sticky stain gave off an intense smell of blood.

"Is this… blood?" Ye Qingtang was stunned.

The door handles of the practice hall were deep brown and any bloodstains on the surface were not immediately noticeable.

A sense of unease suddenly arose in Ye Qingtang's heart. She pushed open the door and was completely thunderstruck by what she saw inside.