"Get out!"
The moment she opened her eyes, Su Qiao heard an enraged roar beside her. Then she realized she was kneeling among a group of pale-faced, trembling people.
And, unfortunately, she was fairly close to the front.
Ahead of her was a blood-soaked scene.
Two men in splendid clothes lay dead. One had been beheaded, while the other had been sliced in half at the waist. The scene was as gruesome as it could get.
Anyone who couldn't handle it would probably throw up and go back to have "sweet dreams" about it!
No wonder the entire tent was deathly silent. The air seemed frozen, and even a needle dropping to the ground could probably be heard.
With just one glance, Su Qiao roughly understood where she was.
It was a huge ancient outdoor tent, the kind that could accommodate dozens of people. Judging from its lavish decorations, it clearly wasn't somewhere ordinary people could afford to stay.
There were two rows of square tables and cushions on either side. The tables were covered with all kinds of roasted meat and fresh fruit, along with wine jugs and cups. At this moment, however, no one was sitting on the cushions. Everyone had come over and knelt down.
Su Qiao secretly raised her head and glanced straight ahead.
A man radiating fury stood beside a table, tilting his head back and gulping wine from a jug. Bright-red blood was still dripping from the Great Machete in his hand.
Clearly, the two bodies on the ground were his handiwork.
She had encountered such a huge scene right after arriving, and judging from the ordinary material of her clothes, she was probably some kind of maidservant. Su Qiao felt a little flustered.
Fortunately, Little Four had been released. He had been confined