"Stop crying over spilt milk, that's my blood!"
Jiang Shouzhong shouted irritably and struggled to sit up, lightly patting his slightly groggy head as he looked around.
A faint fragrance filled the air, and the lighting was dim and unclear, with only a few wisps of sunlight managing to seep in through unknown cracks, barely illuminating what seemed to be a cave-like place.
Yet, within the dark cave, peony flowers grew eerily.
These peonies appeared and disappeared in the shadows, like a group of silently watching ghosts, which made the scene particularly sinister.
What kind of dump was this?
Jiang Shouzhong was baffled.
Yelü Miaomiao, who'd been yelled at, sat dazed, and it took her a long while to realize her mistake upon seeing the nosebleed Jiang Shouzhong was sporting.
