The wooden boards in the boathouse were not dark in color, and the bright red footprints on the wooden boards were particularly distinct.
Especially after being splashed on the river water, the blood seemed to come to life. It flowed along the river water at an extremely slow speed and spread out. Large red stains spread inside the cabin, like huge blooming flowers.
"It can't be brushed off." A few women rolled up their sleeves, took a brush, and sat on the wooden board, desperately washing the marks.
"Why can't it be erased?"
Song qingxiao looked on coldly and did not say anything.
The second night came quietly.
That night, the wind was particularly strong, blowing at the boatyard, causing the ships connected by iron chains to collide with each other, making 'clang clang' sounds.
The cold wind blew in through the curtains and Windows of the boatyard. It whirled in the cabin, bringing with it a bone-piercing chill and the smell of blood.
