At night.
In previous years, the barren capital would close its doors in fear for the entire July night.
But today, there were a few scattered lights.
"It must be because of the nether soldiers last night." Jiang Huai 'an helped the Xia family clear the dishes.
This was given to him by one of his schoolmates when he was exiled. He was afraid of attracting the attention of the bailiffs, so he only took ten taels. But now, it was a life-saving silver.
Under the weak candlelight, there was some warmth.
"I haven't even seen these ghost soldiers in the capital, let alone in the barren capital. Last night's scene really looked like a Messenger of death capturing a ghost." The Xia family couldn't help but feel scared. At that time, they didn't feel scared when they were looking for Jiang huailu.
Now that she thought about it, she didn't have the courage to step out of the door.
Xia Shi couldn't help but smile. Who wasn't afraid? But that was Lulu.
