After a while, the last black robed man was also killed. The lady put away the seven-star crescent knife in her hand, lifted her skirt, and saw that it was not stained with blood. Only then did she smile with satisfaction.
She turned and walked back to Muchen, looked at him, and said softly, "Are you scared? Don't be afraid, I don't kill people often."
Hearing this, Muchen's tense face twitched imperceptibly. Don't often kill people? She expects him to believe that? Even a fool wouldn't believe that.
"The night is nice tonight, and we have nothing to do, so why don't we chat?" The lady said with a smile and looked up at the night sky.
Muchen looked up. In the sky, dark clouds half-covered the moon, and a few stars twinkled faintly in the night. To be honest, it wasn't a particularly beautiful night, not to mention that there were corpses all over the ground!
