There were a few toys in the room. Ye Qingtang took a glance at the toys and pinched the child's decayed hand. There was something that sparkled across her eyes, and she then turned to leave the place.
When Ye Qingtang just walked out of the Spirit Condensation Mountain Village, she suddenly noticed Wu Zheng standing outside the gate. She had no idea when he came, but he was holding a torch. His handsome face was visible due to the flame.
"Young Sir?" Ye Qingtang raised her brows slightly and stared at Wu Zheng in surprise.
Wu Zheng stepped forward and handed over a napkin to her. His eyesight also landed on Ye Qingtang's hand that was stained by blood.
"Lady Ye, the blood plague is spreading. You should wipe your hands."
Ye Qingtang took over the napkin and cleaned her hands.
"Are you not afraid of the blood plague? Why did you still come near to the place?" Ye Qingtang smiled and asked.
