"That's good." Aoko Aozaki nodded. "Since you've recovered, can you introduce me to the current situation in Yharnam? I still have some business to take care of here."
"No problem." Gilbert nodded, then pondered for a moment, seemingly weighing how to answer her question. "In my opinion, the entire city of Yharnam has been cursed."
"How so? Look at those locals. They keep talking about hunting... They no longer went to Mazhuang Market to sell fish. Du Hai delivered them to the two fixed fish shops in town every three days, and the income was fairly steady—three to four taels of silver each time. This made Xuejian greatly admire Zhou Bo's business acumen."
Completely ignoring the pitiful, pleading expression on Iga Sogo's face beside him, Wang Xiao unhesitatingly slapped Iga Zonglin across the face. After that single slap, the other man's body swayed continuously. The sharpness and terror in his eyes had vanished, leaving behind only dazed confusion.
Zhou Bo lay blankly on the bed, facing the window that had already begun to brighten. Looking at it, he seemed to see an increasingly brilliant future. Whoever it was, soldiers would block soldiers, and water would be stopped by earth.
Every city had large mass graves like this built around it, used to "store" the bodies of dead soldiers.
Two blood-red skulls rose from his shoulders, their hollow eye sockets seeming to wait at any moment for the nourishment of fresh blood. Even in broad daylight, they exuded a sinister, ghostly aura, profoundly evil and bizarre.
Thus, she took the initiative to tell the emperor that she wanted to study hard and asked him to teach her how to write the words "locust." ... *Perhaps even if he reported her someday, she could argue that his memory was confused. Sigh, hopefully