A night of murder under the dark, windy sky.
Qin Yuesheng stayed in the room alone, wrapping the Celestial Demon blade with black cloth until its shape could no longer be discerned.
On the table lay a set of rakshasa mask, ten daggers, and two firesticks.
Qin Yuesheng opened the closet by the window, and a bunch of flamboyant clothes immediately revealed themselves to his eyes.
One had to admit the original owner's fashion style was quite flamboyant; there were all sorts of men's robes in the wardrobe.
Black, purple, red, and blue.
With peony designs, embroidered with bamboo.
And even one embroidered with a hundred women grinding tofu pattern, all in one glance, barely clothed.
Flamboyant, truly flamboyant to the extreme.
Qin Yuesheng didn't have the thick skin to dare wear such clothes when going out.
After some selection, he changed into a black outfit that was beneficial for action.
"This should be sufficient."
