After killing three people, Li Yuan finally felt his heart pounding.
Pushing the cart quickly under the moonlight, his heartbeat subsided, but a numbness returned.
Killing someone, and killing a pig… it didn't seem that different.
That was the only thought he could have.
Back in his small courtyard, Li Yuan took off his clothes and examined them repeatedly; there was a little blood on them.
So, he took out a soapberry and a wooden basin to wash the bloodstains off his clothes.
He had barely made a sound when the door to the small hut opened.
“Let me do it,” Yan Niangzi said, leaning against the doorframe.
“I'll do it,” Li Yuan said, shielding his eyes from the bloodstains.
Yan Niangzi walked behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned against him from behind, saying,
