"Brother Hu! Hold on!" Tang Xiaoquan blurted out, but his warning was a step too late. Hu Xiaodong, preoccupied with the rooftop situation, didn't hear his words at all and had already climbed the wooden ladder.
With no choice in the face of Hu Xiaodong's disregard, Tang Xiaoquan could only call the others to follow closely behind him upward.
On the rooftop, it was quiet with no wind, and the heat rising continuously made the cement floor appear as if it were covered in a thin mist, creating an illusionary scene.
Hu Xiaodong sternly flipped onto the ground, and after standing still and surveying for a moment, his black eyes suddenly widened in shock.
Less than two meters in front of him, a corpse with its stomach ripped open lay horizontally, with various scraps and mutilated flesh splattered about, the gruesome scene making one's hair stand on end.
