Wang Kang snapped back to reality, staring at the blood-stained sword. He couldn't utter a single "no," but his heart was gripped with dread.
Should he report this to the authorities?
Just as he hesitated, he heard a voice:
"I have money."
.........
After Wang Kang left, Chen Yi, who had been on high alert for nearly the entire night, finally could endure no longer.
His eyelids grew heavy, and he closed them. The blood on his body had crusted and dried.
...
Uncertain how much time had passed, when Chen Yi opened his eyes again, he found the old woman scrutinizing him, her eyelids drooping.
His head felt heavy and swollen. Chen Yi opened his mouth and asked:
"How long did I sleep?"
"I don't know..." The old woman counted on her fingers, "Perhaps two or three kezhong."
The time wasn't long. Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were bloodshot, and he squinted against the sunlight for a moment.
