The moon is at the zenith.
The night in Jiangnan should be quiet and beautiful.
It was a large house, and it seemed to be very majestic and impressive. It's just a little strange now——
The vermilion door was ajar, and there were faint traces of red water flowing on the threshold, giving off a bloody aura.
The house was in a mess, corpses were scattered everywhere, flowers and plants were ruthlessly broken, and it was desolate.
He was standing in the hall at midnight, wearing a moon-white satin robe. He was extremely handsome, which further enhanced his earthly temperament. Such a person, on such a night, should have been cooking tea and playing the piano in the pavilion. But at this moment, he was holding a long sword that was dripping with blood, and looked coldly at Yin Shaoan, the original owner of this mansion.
The sword was a good sword, but Yin Shaoan shuddered, wondering how many people he had killed before the sword was stained with blood.