Bab 317: 248, Qing Yi

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Countdown to return 95:00:00.

City No. 18 at midnight, 1 a.m.

Fourth District, the Everlasting Club.

This place should have been very lively and noisy, but now, the floor looked as if it had just been washed with blood.

Outside the door, more than a dozen people draped in cloaks stood silently, a well-behaved six-eyed crow perched on the shoulder of the girl in the lead.

The girl frowned at the blood seeping through the door crack, pulling a small hawthorn from her pocket and offering it to the crow.

The crow pecked at the hawthorn, but after just two bites, the sour taste forced it to close three of its eyes.