A Xiu subconsciously looked outside and could vaguely see the silhouette of a figure sitting cross-legged reflected on the window, and immediately pulled the quilt over herself.
A young man above her, confused, said, "Where is that chanting coming from? Nevermind, A Xiu, I'm here!" and continued his movements.
A Xiu lay in bed, watching the shadowy figure reflected on the window, pressing her lips tightly, frowning and bearing it without making a sound.
Moments later, a piercing scream rang out, and a spray of fresh blood splattered onto the window, leaving streaks of bloodstains.
The chanting from outside paused momentarily.
The room door creaked open, and a man stumbled out of the house, not even glancing at Jin Naluo, clutching his hand in pain as he ran away swiftly.
Moments later, A Xiu stepped out the door wrapped in a blanket, her bare white calves exposed to the air, leaning slanted against the door frame, silently watching Jin Naluo.
