The hospital room was silent except for He Qing and Lin Zai Fang, who stood facing each other in mute confrontation.
The setting sun cast a warm glow, and the wind outside the window grew cooler. The window sheer behind Lin Zai Fang was lifted inch by inch, softly brushing against his back. Even the coarse gray hair peeking out of his hospital gown trembled slightly.
This peaceful scene would give no hint of the fierce battle that had just taken place, if not for the scorched hair marks scattered on the floor where lightning had struck.
He Qing held the hilt of her sword on her right shoulder. The bright yellow "talisman paper" formed a blade that, instead of seeming fragile, exuded a majestic presence. An indescribable force swirled around it, very intimidating. Especially at the tip of the sword, a dot of "black dog blood" added an intense pressure, especially effective against the sinister zombie, Lin Zai Fang, opposite her.
