Upstairs, only Uncle Ye was left, his terror-stricken gaze only now barely reining itself in. He hadn't expected this woman to be so tough. That did surprise him a little, beyond what he'd anticipated. Still, this way she died cleanly; it was better than staying alive to suffer endless humiliation.
He walked slowly to the window in just a few steps, lowered his lids and looked down. She was lying on her back in a pool of blood, arms splayed open, legs curled, as if there had been a moment of agony when she hit the ground. Blood spattered everywhere, scarlet and slick, soaking into that white silk nightgown. The sight of death was too ghastly to look at, and it stirred up a creeping, demon-like aura of ghosts and monsters…
Hiss—Uncle Ye sucked in a breath of cold air. He didn't know if it was the chill wind blowing straight at him, but his body shuddered a few times. He'd better leave here, quickly.
Still, before leaving, certain people needed to be informed of this.
