Guided by the burly man, Shen Xiu stepped into the exquisite courtyard. No sooner had he entered than a woman with a bitter expression came forward holding a basin of water.
With a calm expression, Shen Xiu casually washed his hands and then cast his gaze toward the front of the courtyard.
The courtyard was quite quiet at the moment. The front of the main house was draped with countless strands of red gauze, fluttering in the breeze like a waterfall of blood.
Chapter 121