After the rain in Yangzhou, the outside of the city is covered with new mud, and it looks fresh. The little Li Mo walked slowly, one foot at a time, one foot at a time, gradually getting further away from the large army. The master shouted in front: "Li Mo!" Then he gritted his teeth and ruthlessly discarded the freshly painted boots, and walked faster.
When he arrived, the master had already started measuring. He turned back and glared at him. Li Mo took the pen and paper and followed the master.
Only then did he see the body.
Headless corpse, dressed in women's clothing. No wonder the catchers walking in front stopped and stared blankly, without urging him. They were all frightened by the corpse.
Li Mo looked at it carefully and sneered in his heart: Tsk, he was dedicated to harming others when he was alive, and he will not be peaceful after death.