In the iron barrel, as footsteps sounded on the bluestone slabs, blood swayed in the barrel wall, leaving a thick blood film on the barrel wall.
The leader of the Xiongtan Temple stood quietly at the gate of the house with a deep look in his eyes.
Staring quietly at everything in the yard.
In the dark night, the originally quiet and peaceful courtyard was now filled with broken limbs, large pieces of black blood were splattered on the ground, and a person covered in blood was leaning dejectedly against a water tank.
The dark blue tones in the middle of the night blended with the sticky scarlet color, making it look extremely eerie and strange.
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