There's a saying.
People shouldn't always climb walls, because it brings retribution.
When Lu Jingzhi took Xuebin to meet Yan Qingzhui, the weather was bad, so she and her sister stayed in their old house in the town for the night.
Three seconds ago, Lu Jingzhi was lying on the roof glaring at Snowcat. Three seconds later, she saw a dead body.
No, half a dead body.
A shrill scream woke her up from her half-asleep state.
Her body was already moving in the direction of the sound before her eyes had fully opened.
In the neighbor's courtyard, an old man had a knife in his chest and was being held by a dark figure that looked like a man.
The smell of rust came with the wind.
There was no moon tonight.
The world was pitch black.
When someone suddenly sat up on the roof, and startled the fleeing dark shadow, it was this pause that made him feel as if his ankle was held by strong spider silk.
He looked closely, but there was nothing there.
