Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

n pot...Naked human corpses, hanging like trees.Each has its flaws.Some have been cut almost in half.Some saw bare bones.Through the drifting white mist, one can faintly see...Half a human hand, float...vasive, hiding your name even. Are you afraid of waiting for a while""What do you mean 'what's the head and tail' Didn't I just tell you my name is Xiangqian"The guard of the Yi'an Duke's mansion want...