The night sky was lit up by the fire, and the river was dyed red with blood. It had a strong smell of blood and smoke, mixed with the smell of rotting corpses. It was not a good smell, but for these women, it was a rare freedom and out of the ordinary.
However, after a short moment of joy, what followed was fear and apprehension.
He was worried that the truth would be exposed, that he would be reported and end up in the red camp.
That night, song qingxiao stayed in the boathouse. She wanted to see what the red-clothed, faceless female ghost was up to by bringing her back to a hundred years ago.
The yin Qi in the river had completely disappeared. The women beside him found their own corners, but they could not sleep because of the anxiety in their hearts.
The woman holding the cat had been stroking the cat's body the whole night, her fingers and palms rubbing the cat's fur, making a very rhythmic 'Sha Sha' sound, which was so noisy that it made people uneasy.
