She stretched out her hand and let go. The twitching body of the weasel fell through the hole and hit several other weasels that were surrounding it.
“..”
Everyone was shocked and scared, and their screams also stopped.
The originally irascible weasels under the carriage seemed to be intimidated by this, as if they had some apprehensions. They circled under the carriage, not daring to enter the carriage like their companion.
Their Scarlet eyes looked at the crowd through the Big Hole at the bottom of the carriage, and they wandered around the weasel whose head had been crushed, letting out miserable howls.
Song qingxiao lowered her head. In the dark environment, the area around her pupils turned into golden shadows.
The remaining weasel's blood slowly dripped down her palm.
Drip Drop!
The drops of blood rolled down and dripped onto the body of the weasel that she had crushed to death. Then, a strange scene happened.
‘嗞嗞——’
