The sword drew out blood and flesh in one motion, Chen Yi casually flicked it, blood pearls tracing an arc in the candlelight, blooming on the table and chairs like several vermillion plum blossoms in the cold.
The leading courtesan slipped to the ground, suddenly convulsing, as eight spider legs burst forth from her skin under the silks and brocade, struggling to crawl out of the human skin, her whole body turned red-blue, Yan Hong from human blood, indigo from spider blood.
The spider demon fled madly, its jointed legs scraping sparks from the deck, letting out a long howl, shaking the entire flower ship!
The next moment, the flying sword was cast out, in an instant the spider demon was dead beyond dead.
He casually grabbed a curtain to wipe the sword, Chen Yi's brow slightly furrowed; usually he would wipe the sword after killing everyone, but this time, the sword was stained deep blue blood, making him uncomfortable.
He felt it was dirty.
Should he change to another weapon?
