"Bang!"
After a loud bang, the housekeeper's head smashed to pieces, white and red, flowing slowly down the mountain.
One or two wouldn't be considered horrific, but dozens of people, pushed randomly by an invisible hand against the mountain, shattered chests, and abdomen sacks.
Those unbearable, slightly steaming innards slid down the mountain, the pure white snow dyed blood red, intertwined, creating a scene that warmed Bai Ze Longba's pants.
Since birth, it's the first time he witnessed the people of Longba Manor being massacred so brutally. At that moment, he finally understood—though Longba Manor was famous and influential in Snow Plain Prefecture, it didn't mean no one dared to attack the manor.
The cruel punishments Longba Manor used on others are today being visited upon the manor itself by outsiders.
Bai Ze's face turned pale, terror-stricken, wanting to lower his head, but Zhou Xuan's right hand gripped his jaw like an iron clamp.
