Chapter 263: Whose Grievous Flute Sounds Stealthily Fly (Part Two)
A crowd of people under the stone platform waved their arms and shouted, continually brandishing clay bowls, wooden ladles, and iron basins. Their expressions mixed passionate zeal with utter excitement.
On the platform stood Miss Bai, dressed in a plain skirt with a delicate expression, driving a small knife into the chest of the Yellow Weasel Demon.
Chapter 262