Entering the Miao territory at night, the sky is not yet dark, but the sound of insects has already begun.
Shen Ci's eyes moved slightly, looking at the winding mountain road in the distance.
She smelled blood.
A very faint trace, like the fishy smell that exudes after the grass blades are crushed. But the tip of her nose wrinkled slightly, and she quietly opened the brocade on her sleeves, revealing the thin silver thread hidden on her inner wrist.
Conception:-