Xu Qing went to the next cage and opened it. He looked at the familiar faces, and then the mangled corpses at the bottom of the cage, and the grief in his heart grew more intense. He had seen the misery and bitterness that existed in the world. Yet not even he could remain unaffected by this hellish scene.0

Two months ago, Xu Qing had seen how guileless and kind-hearted these wonderful people were. On a dark, cold night, they offered to share some of their own warmth with a shivering fellow human.0

But now....0

Xu Qing closed his eyes. The killing intent in his heart had not been reduced at all because of the slaughter from moments ago. Instead, it had grown stronger, building up more and more until the perverse energy within him was so strong he struggled to breathe steadily.4

The reason for that was... he had just spotted half of a face in the bloody sludge at the bottom of the cage. It was Shi Pangui’s wife, who had been so skilled at making delicious pastries.... Her body had mostly been crushed into a pulp.19

Xu Qing walked away quietly...0