C187 The Curtains

Yu Yin, drenched in blood, struggled to rise, bracing himself with his hands against the ground. Lifting his head, he was met with utter darkness. A thick scent of blood filled his nostrils. He fumbled for his money pouch and retrieved the Jiao crystal. Its radiant light pierced the gloom, revealing his grim surroundings.

Corpses lay strewn about, cold and still