The sedan chair in front of the hall remained motionless.
The four bearers stood there quietly, as still as statues.
The curtain of the sedan fluttered in the wind, under the eerie green light, it seemed even more ghostly and strange.
The same was true inside the hall.
The green light hung high, Su Mo casually placed the knife to the side and sat on the chair, watching the red sedan outside the door.
Corpses were strewn all around, fresh blood slowly flowed towards lower ground.
Severed limbs and torn body parts filled the room, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
In the corner, Heart Demon Xiu Lan stood silently, not fleeing nor intervening, just occasionally gazing at Su Mo with subtle shining eyes.
The shouts of killing in the courtyard had already completely stopped.
Ghost Lady had not spoken yet, seemingly still contemplating.
Su Mo was not in a hurry, she could answer whenever she liked.
