The night continued to be cold and sorrowful.
Standing in mid-air, Gu Qing Shan wielded his sword as he looked down towards the river.
"Finished?" Laura asked.
"No, he's still alive" Gu Qing Shan answered with a solemn expression.
Laura was surprised: "That's strange, he was clearly struck so many times by your sword, how could he not be dead?"
Gu Qing Shan replied: "------he's coming, you had better hide behind me, there's something wrong with this guy"
Corpses began to emerge from the river one by one.
These corpses were all young men or women at their prime, their hands and feet tied up while an expression of fear and despair could be seen on their faces.
Taking a simple count, he could see at least a few thousand of these corpses pushing up against one another on the surface of the river, even the surging river water couldn't wash them away.
