On the long street, the messy old painter ran wildly, the sound of standing water being stepped on by the soles of his feet, and the constant splashing.

Snapped!

There was a sudden muffled sound.

The body of the old painter suddenly separated from his head, and his head was thrown into the air. The spray of blood intertwined with the spring rain, like a splash of ink on a landscape.

The spring rain falls in thin layers.

In front of Zuilong Pavilion.

The carriage stood quietly, the rainy breeze blew the curtains slightly, and there was a figure sitting in it, with a small sword carrying blood floating in the palm of the hand.

for a long time.

The hubs of the wheels crushed the water accumulated in the gaps between the green bricks, and drove slowly towards the quiet street.


Chapter completed!