Burning the Corpse
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
A sweep of the wind and the ghastly pale figure blocking the road heavily tumbled backward.
Crown Prince Mo smoothed the crease on his sleeve with displeasure, derision surfacing on his face. "The assassin this time is costumed like a ghost, I wonder which idiot's work it is."
Did they think they were a ghost just because they dressed up like one? Did their lord look like someone who was scared of ghosts? How ridiculous!
Yu Xiu's lips silently twitched, and he lifted his hand with a cold expression, ordering the others, "Continue."
"Hold on." Crown Prince Mo's indifferent voice rung again.
Everyone uniformly tightened their hold on the reins, waiting for his order in a well-trained fashion.
Currently in front of them, the muddy woman who fell on the ground was slowly getting up with difficulty.
Her movements were extraordinarily slow, and every now and then, they could hear the crisp, cracking noise of breaking bones.