Shen Minghan coughed up blood and calibrated the compass for the last time under the oil lamp. His face showed an ominous blue-grey color under the candlelight, and the "Blood Demon" birthmark on his arm was hot and black, and had spread to his shoulders and neck. The deadline for the curse is just a few hours away.
Wu Nianjia sat opposite, with the Jinling drawings left by her father, her own surveying and mapping notes, and a simple sketch of Wuchang city defense and the distribution of new army forces sent by Chen Xinghuo in front of her. Several possible outbreak points of the uprising are circled in red pen on the map.
The room was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine and blood, and there was a suffocating silence.
