In midair, the man's body slowly turned red, faster and faster, until he was scarlet from head to toe in the blink of an eye.
He looked like a man of blood struggling in the air.
"How festive." As soon as Xiang Nanny finished speaking, the Good-News Messenger stopped struggling. He stood upright on the ground, arms hanging down and legs together, his back to the room and his face toward the outside.
The Night Guards stared in horror at the Good-News Messenger's rigid face.
Two streams of hot tears trickled from the corners of the Good-News Messenger's eyes, washing away the bloody color.
Good Fortune Born felt as though something had struck his chest hard.
One of the Giant White Hands turned gently and offered a red envelope the size of a book, bearing a Fortune Character. Xiang Nanny took it.
In Xiang Nanny's right hand was that pig-slaughtering knife dripping black blood again, black above and white below, the two colors starkly divided.
"The mistress bore a blessed son, but Grandmother has not returned to learn. Dispatch a messenger of joy, to let Grandmother know her grandson. Take the yang road in yang, the yin road in yin; legs to walk the road, ears to hear the news, a mouth to announce the joy..."
As Xiang Nanny chanted, she used the tip of the knife to slit the Good-News Messenger's legs and feet, ears, and nose in turn. Finally, she sliced open both corners of his mouth, cutting all the way to his ears.
On the Good-News Messenger's face, a huge, curved, bloody mouth connected his ears.
A blood-red smiling face.
"How festive..."
Xiang Nanny seized the Good-News Messenger's hair with her left hand and slashed horizontally with her right.
Crack.
The Good-News Messenger's head parted from his