Knife Back in The Scabbard Chapter 137

The sky in the east was already beginning to turn pale.

The cold wind was like a knife, making people's clothes flutter. Zhao Bing'e sat on the roof, with a cold moon behind her, mostly covered by dark clouds. In her hand, she was slowly wiping the head of a person with a snow-white handkerchief, which was stained red as it fell with the wind.

Zhao Qing's unrecognizable head had been wiped clean by her, but his pair of dull eyes still refused to close, as if he was still staring at her.

"Don't look at me like that. Now that you're dead, you're free." Zhao Bing'e murmured as she closed Zhao Qing's eyelids, "I know you're pitiful, but who in the world isn't pitiful? Most of the pitiful people in the world are hateful... You're just a person who should have died a long time ago, but you've been my 'son' for so many years, you should repay me a little, right?"

She laughed softly, and beneath her feet was a bloody martial arts arena. Most of the white-collar people who stayed in the temple were attracted here by the fireworks and the hidden stakes planted in advance. They were like turtles in a jar, and were about to be turned upside down.