The voice was crisp, quick and bright, no different from a drum-shaped rattle made from jade.
Four corpses laid in the room, and standing before them were four individuals who were exchanging looks.
Dumbstruck, Meng Fuyao swept her gaze across Zhan Beiye and then Ya Lanzhu, complaining, "… please, I'm trying to stay low profile. We'll be exposed like that."
"It's good enough that I allow you to be here," Zhan Beiye reprimanded. "You haven't recovered. How can I not watch over you?"
Zong Yue added calmly, "I'm a physician, and it's only natural for me to follow my patient."
Ya Lanzhu swung her pigtail, emphasizing again her mission to keep the adulterous couple in check.
Meng Fuyao was speechless, her face anguished. Zong Yue had already pulled the window up and started melting the corpses to make human skin masks.
