"Master, we have arrived," the guide stopped at a warehouse door, his voice trembling slightly.
It seemed that this man knew all too well what lay inside.
"Stay at the door and let no one come near. I will need several days. Remember, until I come out, no one is to enter and disturb me, and there's no need to bring food," Zhao Guang commanded.
"As you command, master," the man quickly bowed and then stood respectfully at the door.
He knew very well the terrifying punishment that awaited those who disobeyed.
After such a long time, these people had been thoroughly molded by the slave contract into true slaves.
Zhao Guang nodded slightly, then walked in without looking back. Although he had not yet entered, the stench of death and blood already wafted out. Indeed, he was going to use corpses this time.
Inside the warehouse, corpses were already laid out, all of whom had died during the day's battles.
Of course, some had died on the battlefield, and others had died elsewhere.
