An Xiaoning did not know exactly how many human skulls were hung on the wall. But, from her estimate, there were at least enough to belong to five hundred people.
She and Xiao Bai entered the room and searched every corner of it. At last, they found a thick paper notebook.
Even though she had only seen the first page of the notebook, she knew something important must have been recorded inside.
Just as they left the room, as An Xiaoning had expected, the old fellow was struggling arduously on the ground and was reaching out his hand to pull out the knife on his throat.
An Xiaoning took out yet another dagger and directly plunged it into his heart. In an instant, the old fellow stopped moving again.
"Sis, he's probably dead, right?"
"Not sure. He could be dead or still alive."
She then pulled out the two daggers from the old fellow, wiped them, and then put them away properly.
