Old Woman

"Smack!"

The slap was loud, and the other party seemed to have been startled by something, his whole body trembling.

He instinctively turned his head.

"Hm?"

Jiang Qiao's pupils contracted, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

This was a very unusual-looking man. His face was crisscrossed with knife scars and traces of stitches.

Most of his facial features were crippled.

He had only one eye, his nose had been reduced to two small holes, and he had a cherry-like little mouth... No, it really was a cherry-like little mouth, only as big as a cherry. Who knew whether he could still eat with a mouth like that?

When the man saw Jiang Qiao, he was first startled, then his expression became tense.

Is he afraid of me?

Jiang Qiao lowered his gaze and looked at what the man was scrubbing in his hands.

It was a pair of black cloth shoes.

They were old-fashioned and small-sized, with the toes turned sharply upward.

They were funeral shoes meant to be worn by the dead!

"What kind of person are you? Why are you washing shoes here all by yourself? Where's your family?"

"You've splashed water everywhere. Don't you know that the hotel is my home and keeping it clean is everyone's responsibility?"

Jiang Qiao said a bunch of nonsense with a beaming smile.

This person was indeed strange.

Many parts of his body were fresh, even retaining a normal body temperature. But some parts were ice-cold, while others had already begun to deteriorate and were nearing rot.

The man did not speak. Gradually, his face became frightened.

But he never put down the work in his hands.

He scrubbed with a brush in one hand and held the funeral shoes in the other, washing them vigorously.

The shoes