Li Mumu's gaze fell on her own wrist.
Previously, she had bought a pair of white jade bracelets to wear on her wrist to highlight her status as a young lady.
Princess Ping'an also had a pair of fine red agate jade bracelets, which, after this catastrophe, became as red as blood, eerily beautiful.
Li Mumu raised her hand and held the bracelet close to her ear, listening carefully, still faintly able to hear the desperate wailing of a young girl.
Princess Ping'an was already dead, and her final resentment resided in this pair of blood-red agate bracelets, beyond that, she left nothing else.
And her life sacrifice summoned a terrifying strangeness from an alien world.
In the darkness, several elders, dressed in tattered clothes and hunched figures, cautiously approached, warily sizing up the black-haired girl in red, holding a human head in her hands.
"Did the ritual succeed? Are those Foreigners' methods truly effective?"
"Does this look like success to you?"
