Warning: Corpses, some gore…
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A light tug at his sleeve was enough to inform MingYu what YueQin wanted to ask.
What now?
The men and women walked up the stone steps in tune with the slow ring of the bell that they could hear coming from within the Yamen. No guards stood manning the doors. They have been left ajar, waiting for the two of them to invite themselves in.
There was an inner battle within MingYu as he watched the people disappear inside the Yamen one by one.
Should they find their way back to the inn and alert the brothers? Or should he look inside first? A large part of him was aware that the one using the bell to control these puppets couldn't be anybody else but Lan Guan-Yin.
