Li Zhiyuan pulled Tan Wenbin by the hand, leading him into the room and down the stairs to the basement.
Opening the door, air circulated and the candles inside automatically lit.
The basement was much larger than imagined; you could even say the residential building above was simply an add-on, built for this underground chamber.
The walls of the basement were covered with various paintings, all very lifelike, mostly depicting Zhao Yanglin and various women. Zhao Yanglin looked full of life, while the women painted alongside him exuded a sense of discord.
If these were ordinary erotic paintings or self-portraits for memorial purposes, it would be one thing, but the female characters here were far from being living people.
Some were bound with iron chains, others had talisman papers pasted on their foreheads, and some even had Peach Wood Swords pierced through their chests.
Several paintings astonishingly featured father and son together.
