The barrel burst open with a crash, and a heap of bones rolled out.
One piece rolled right to the feet of Luo Yinghe. She looked down, "Ah!"
It was a complete skull, with a nasal bridge, cheekbones, and two hollow eye sockets...
"Ah ah ah ah ah—"
Luo Yinghe screamed uncontrollably!
In the wine cellar, the screams echoed.
Zhou Xufang's ears hurt from the noise. Pointing the flashlight at Luo Yinghe, he threatened, "Scream again, and I'll knock you out."
Normally pampered, Luo Yinghe had never seen bones before. Her face turned pale from fright, and she dared not scream again, covering her mouth with her hands as her shoulders trembled.
Once she calmed down, Zhou Xufang used the flashlight to inspect the bones on the ground one by one—legs, arms, ribs, all present.
Among the pile of bones was a metallic disc.
Zhou Xufang squatted down, picked up the disc, and shone the flashlight on it for a moment. The fingers holding the disc gradually turned white.
