Deep within the mountain stronghold, at the residence of the Big Boss.
Lu Zhi, with a face full of muscle and an aura of murder, sat in a large chair, holding a woman who trembled and struggled to keep from crying.
Three more were kneeling before him, all captured by his men from various places.
Qu Tianhe, dressed as a scholar, lifted the chin of one woman, watching her tears fall like pear blossoms in rain, and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe her tears away.
"Don't cry, it's not pretty when you cry."
After surveying the faces of the three women, Qu Tianhe seemed dissatisfied. The last Jumping Corpse he had selected so carefully had been abandoned in a flight for survival.
The lost always seems the best, and picking anew never feels quite right.
"Is this all?" Qu Tianhe asked.
