Chapter 16: Fear Of The Flood 1

"How's your nose?" Phedra Henry cares.

Ika snorted, "Still."

I can't smell the blood. His nose is allergic.

Ika dodged a puddle of blood under her feet, leaned over, and let Phedra Henry into the house: "Don't throw up."

Phedra Henry didn't know what Ika meant when the scene hit the eye to see what that meant.

On the first night, a safe house was attacked by demons. People needed clarification as to why that safe house was invalidated. The villagers checked and said that it was due to exceeding the number of people.

At his feet, the wooden floor was covered in blood.

Human blood flowed from the house to the street, entirely in line with blood flow into the river.

The crime scene was brutal. Eleven sheets of human skin were peeled off on the drying rack, and pieces of flesh were cut into lumps on the table.

The blood on the floor was dry, the whole house was dyed red, and the walls were splashed with blood.

The estimated time of death was probably around midnight last night.

Phedra Hen