Blood loss and fatigue made Sang Que's vision blurred, her heart beating a little fast, and the Yin Child was vaguely restless.
Village resentment, right here!
The power of the Yansheng coin was insufficient to open the gate to Black Mountain Village, and with no final retreat, Sang Que, who should have been nervous, suddenly relaxed, sat down on the sofa to rest, using the pure white lace doily on the sofa to wipe off the blood on her body.
The TV screen paused noticeably, then continued to play.
Sang Que wiped as she watched, the image showing Xu Shufen, Zheng Letian, and a man in a shirt and trousers exuding a tough guy vibe.
Brother Wu Jun that Zheng Letian mentioned? He was in his photo album too.
The black-and-white footage flickered like a haunted videotape, without sound, showing the three of them placing offerings around the village and performing rituals.
