"Enough." He put on his sunglasses again, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "For example, the woman wearing the mask smells like corpse wax."
I suddenly remembered that the silver jewelry looming under the client's black robe was the soul-catching bell passed down from generation to generation by corpse exorcists in western Hunan. The ancient Shu esoteric silk book on the innermost layer of the drawer suddenly became hot. The directions marked on the sheepskin map clearly coincided with the remains of the bronze sacred tree that Zhang Qiling tracked down last year.
When the sound of rain became heavier, the blind man suddenly came close to my neck. Warm lips brushed against the artery: "At three o'clock in the morning, the poison took effect." His fingertips touched my heart, where a bruise the size of a copper coin was spreading, "If you don't want to see my orifices bleed..."
The words stopped abruptly. I grabbed his blood-stained collar and bit it, the taste of rust spreading between my lips and teeth. He froze for a moment, then deepened the kiss. The nine-claw hook hooked the hem of my shirt at some point, and when the cold metal touched my lower back, there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs.
