A family's land in Baiyan City.
The winter weather was bitterly cold, but it was almost spring, and the temperature was gradually rising.
A row of corpses remained untreated, slowly starting to hatch. But the Pei family had been waiting for the Inspector's arrival, trying to preserve the scene as best as possible before the deaths.
Swish, swish, swish!
Several figures appeared in the courtyard one after another.
Zhan Ting and several elders of the Pei family stood before the corpses.
Pei Zeqi couldn't help covering his nose and mouth, unable to adapt to the stench of decaying human bodies.
But Zhan Ting knelt down, carefully inspecting each corpse, showing not the slightest frown despite the overwhelming stench and revulsion.
It was evident that Zhan Ting, as an Inspector, was highly familiar with such situations.
Zhan Ting's eyebrows knit ever more deeply as he examined each corpse.
