Clan Chief and Xiaolian struggled until dawn.
As the sky began to hint with the pale light of early morning, accompanied by a thick mist rising, Xiaolian's originally tender body that seemed could drip water suddenly aged at a visible rate, her snow-white, supple skin slowly turning into the bark-like texture typical of an old crone.
She became a mummified corpse!
At this moment, the Clan Chief slowly got up.
He licked his fingers, then his lips, before putting on his clothes, donning his mask, and walking to the door to call out, "You may come in now!"
This time, it was Hong Yan who entered.
Upon entering, Hong Yan first gave the Clan Chief a bow, then picked up the snake-skin bag from the side, and finally, used the snake-skin bag to wrap up the mummified corpse on the bed and walked toward the door.
How many had it been?
Hong Yan could no longer remember.
She just coldly carried the burlap bag into the woods and began digging a hole with a shovel.
