C71 The Death of a Blackclothed Person

"Squeak..."

They pushed the door open, and a foul, rotten odor wafted out from within.

He couldn't help but wrinkle his brow, puzzled by the source of the stench in the room.

Chen Zhang and Fei Jing stood at the threshold, uncertain of what Yuh Wenming had discovered inside.

Yuh Wenming, mustering his courage, stepped further in, a sense of foreboding in his heart