The bloodstains extended to the cellar door of the back room. The cellar cover was partially hidden, and there was a faint musty smell. Lin Yanzhou held the mahogany sign tightly and gently opened the cellar cover. When the flashlight beam shone down, he saw a horrifying scene - the cellar was filled with corpses, all residents of Qingshi Town. Their expressions were horrified and twisted, and there was a circle of black and blue strangulation marks around their necks, which were exactly the same as the figures hanging from the old locust tree.
And on the top of the pile of corpses, Lao Zhang lay, his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. He was holding a piece of paper tightly in his hand, with a line of words written in blood on it: "It's more than one..."
