C6 (1/2)

He would occasionally watch the sounds coming from the stairs, and from time to time, he would also watch the changes in the blood pool at the entrance. After one night, not only did he look more haggard, even his eyes were bloodshot.

On the other hand, ever since he put away the book, Fang Zishu had immediately fallen asleep on the table. During this period of time, he had not made the slightest movement. Even his breathing had become erratic. This infuriated the cop sitting on the side, who even had to test Fang Zishu's breath from time to time to see if he was dead or not.

In the middle of the night, the police officer who was sitting on the chair suddenly stood up and walked towards the stairs. As for the book lying by the side, it seemed as if it had not noticed and was still dreaming.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the broken window, Fang Zishu sat up straight and slowly opened his eyes.

”Is the item ready?”

Without any prelude, Zishu directly asked the cop sitting at the side, without the slightest change in his expression.

”Ah?” ”Ah, I'm ready!”

The officer's entire body shook. Only then did he manage to react. He looked at the staircase as if he were looking at hell. His face was filled with fear.

Even the book didn't find that there were footprints on the stairs. They didn't stop and disappeared at the top of the stairs.

”We should go.”

He picked up his backpack and picked up a cloth bag by the side of the note. Inside the bag were some things he had prepared beforehand for the Heavenly Sacrifice.

The young man pulled up his backpack and followed closely behind Fang Zishu. The two of them walked one after the other until they reached the north gate.

At this moment, the blood stains on the ground had dried and turned black. Faintly, some indistinct characters seemed to have formed on them. Fang Zishu did not pay any more attention to him. With a single stride, he crossed the imprint and stepped into the wasteland outside.

The moment he came out, he felt much more refreshed, especially his nose which no longer had that rotten smell. The gloominess on his face was also swept away.

”Pata.”

The sound of something heavy landing on the ground came from behind him. Fang Zhushu turned his head to look and found the note in the pavilion. He did not know what had happened, but his foot stepped on the dried blood and his entire body fell to the ground.

Instantly, his entire face was covered in black stains. Those were dried blood.

”Child book, child book, I, I …”

Fang Zishu turned his head to look at all this, not saying a word. He opened the cloth bag in his hand, and three objects fell out.

The first one, and also the biggest one, was a dead chicken wrapped in a piece of tin paper. Only the head of a dead chicken was left lying on the side, and it was unknown how long it had been dead.