In Yecheng, the thirteenth year of Jian'an, men disappeared mysteriously every night, leaving only a pool of wet snake scales on the ground.
I was ordered to investigate the case, but I saw the most feared lame counselor of the Prime Minister's Mansion squatting in front of the blood:
"It's not a snake, it's resentment." He picked up the scales and put them into his sleeves, with a strange smile on his lips, "Colonel Li, would you like to hear a secret from the Cao family?"
When the jackdaw started, the scales on his sleeves suddenly let out a faint woman's cry...
