Chu Baihan carefully spread the wedding dress flat and then started inspecting it.
"It seems this wedding dress was dyed red with blood mixed with the dye," she murmured softly.
"What?"
Nan Xing suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
Chu Baihan, suppressing her disgust, reached out to touch the wedding dress.
"They also put many spices on the wedding dress, that's why we didn't smell the blood at first," she continued.
Nan Xing had already started frantically wiping her hands.
This was too frightening.
At that moment, they heard the sound of roof tiles shifting.
The two of them looked up at the same time and saw that a hole had been opened in the roof.
Soon, two tall figures leapt down.
It was...
Yan Lin and Yan Lian.
"Eighth sister-in-law, are you all right?" Yan Lian asked with concern.
"We're fine. Except that Tang Yu is temporarily in their hands, all is well," Chu Baihan replied softly.
At that time, a shadow fell over her.