465 Has anyone ever told you that you always spoil the atmosphere?_2

Weining looked at the prisoners who had their skulls cracked open at the back and were now rioting like zombies, a deep horror flickering in his eyes:

"How is this possible!"

"When the staff evacuated during the day, all the prisoners were healthy!"

"Wait, if someone took their brains after the staff left, why are these small doors all locked?"

He noticed something was off.

A look of disbelief flashed in the young man's eyes.

But Matthew quickly dispelled his misconception:

"Of course it wasn't your city lords, he's not that insane."

"Didn't you see their fingernails are all unusually long, sharp, and stained with blood?"

"Most likely, they dug out their own brains and offered them to some Evil God as a sacrifice…"

"Ha, I smell a familiar scent…"

No sooner had he finished speaking.

A fierce yellow wind blew from the depths of the corridor.

The wind carried white petals tinged with yellow.

Those petals were of a shape that felt familiar to Matthew.

A few seconds later.