The door to the basement was wide open at this moment, and inside was a mess.
The Bronze Tripod had fallen to the ground, the blood pool was dry, and the floor was covered with black bloodstains and shattered porcelain pieces.
Yin Wujiang was nowhere to be seen, with only a puddle of black blood on the ground.
"Elder Yin!"
Gong Jian's voice was trembling.
No one responded.
He walked into the secret room and found a torn eyeball next to that puddle of blood—it was Yin Wujiang's left eye!
"Did Elder Yin... fail?"
Gong Lin's voice also had a hint of tremor.
Gong Jian didn't speak, his face ashen.
Yin Wujiang was his greatest reliance. If even Yin Wujiang couldn't kill Yang Cheng, then their Gong Family...
"Dad, what do we do now?"
Gong Lin asked.
Gong Jian took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and gritted his teeth, "Let's go back first and plan at length."
