Drip, drip, the blood falls to the ground, forming a pool.
Today's incident has alarmed some people in the city. There are those who are horrified, unaware of whose handiwork this is, and secretly speculate as to what kind of vendetta this might be.
It's known that killing is just head touching ground, but these two seem worse than death. Even if they still draw breath, living like this is even harder.
Dong Huiying's eyes are indifferent.
"Wife master."
She turns around to look behind her and sees the other dressed in a fairy aura, white clothes like snow.
Dong Huiying asks, "When did you arrive?"
Shu Yu holds a guqin as he approaches her. "For a while now."
Standing beside the wife master, looking remotely at the people hanging high on the city wall. "The two of them?"
"Grandma Qin was poisoned, Wu Wang and Little Star were affected, it was their doing, there's a mastermind behind the scenes."
