Chapter 575: It's Time to Kill

snow-white snow and ghastly white sails, pale yellow paper money fluttering in the wind.A procession of mourners set off, at the head were eight young boys shouldering a banner inscribed with "soul-c...Xiao Tiannan rushed out of the inn.Having come out onto the street, there were now quite a few commoners curiously peering inside.These were all drawn in by the previous commotion.Xiao Tiannan ignored...