Meng Zhu remembered it very clearly. It rained heavily that day.
She walked toward him through the rain, twelve skulls strung together with thick twine. She held one between her arm and her waist, dragging the others on the ground.
The sound of bones scraping against the ground came from far away, making Meng Zhu feel chilled all over.
She walked up to him, her clothes all wet.
She threw the skull that was originally sandwiched between her arm and body in front of him, "Here, it's Feng Linglan you want."