The dark alley was silent except for the occasional light humming sound.
Lingling stood in the middle of the alley, holding a long-handled broadsword, the weak red glow emitting from beneath the black veil. At her feet lay scattered, broken corpses, some of humans and some of mutant creatures.
The cross sections of those bodies faintly revealed nerves twitching slightly, and the semi-coagulated plasma and organs were scattered about like crushed jelly.
Lingling stood quietly for a while, looking at the only man with a breath left muttering to herself, "The Duke will be here soon...I can't let him see Lingling like this~"
Thinking this, she waved her pale hand, and a dozen vines, emitting faint gray particles, broke through the soil, quickly covering the entire alley.
The gray particles on the vines connected into a mist flowing on the ground, under which the bodies and bloodstains rapidly darkened and decayed, eventually turning into specks of dust and vanishing in the wind.
