After leaving the cave, Xue Fanxin returned to the Imperial City. Once she stepped foot inside, she was frightened by the bloody, cruel, and terrifying scene.
"What… what's going on?"
Beside the city gate of the Imperial City were more than ten people hanging. They were not only covered in injuries, but their wrists were also dripping with blood. However, the bleeding was very slow, flowing drop by drop. There was a bucket placed under each person to collect the dripping blood. The buckets were already half full, making it terrifying to look at.
The dozen or so people were almost all on their last breaths. Some of them were even dead, and those who were not were going to die soon.
Xue Fanxin saw a familiar person among them, leaving her shocked. This person was none other than the Third Young Master of the Imperial Preceptor's Estate, Yan Jinlu, the person who had wanted to rob her back then.
