C207 A time when the hangers were losing their homes

I turned away from him and went into the last room, where there was a worn steel bed with some rough hemp rope on the legs.

Lu Xing and the rest should have already left, but I was still too late.

He walked to the side of the bed and picked up the hemp rope. There were still traces of blood on it. The blood had seeped into the inside of the hemp rope