As soon as Zhu Yu saw the appearance of those people, he knew they had been dead for a while. In an instant, his professional instincts kicked in, and he lifted his leg to step forward and examine, but before he could take a step, Lu Qing pulled him back: "Fu Lu."
He only called Fu Lu's name, and Fu Lu immediately understood and stepped forward to examine the scene, then turned back to nod at them: "No problem."
Zhu Yu stepped forward and asked Fu Lu to bring the torch closer.
The man in front of her, bound to the wall by iron chains, had a thin and lanky frame. His hands were tied above his head, and his sleeves had slipped down, gathering at his elbows. His exposed arms appeared chillingly pale in the warm light of the torch.
Zhu Yu gently lifted the man's head to see his face clearly,
which was extremely gaunt, with a mole on his sunken cheek, and a lifeless, scraggly goatee on his chin.
