He didn't remember seeing such a scene in his mission, after all, it was too shocking, and something that would not occur within a village.
He fetched some paper and drew the image from his mind in simple strokes, feeling as though an unseen force compelled him.
Yang Xiao didn't dwell on what he couldn't understand. He decided to wait for Tong Han to wake up and ask her. If that didn't work, he would contact Cheng Cha and Sui Chengguo to gather some clues.
Night fell, and waves of weariness came over him. Yang Xiao yawned, performed a brief wash-up, then lay down on his bed. His breath steadied, and he slipped into the realm of sleep.
He dreamt that he was standing on a stone platform in front of a nine-story building, the original white stone dyed a bright red, as if a blood battle had just taken place. Several indistinct figures surrounded him, their killing intent almost tangible.