"Bang-"
"Master Kang's" body slammed heavily onto the floor.
Bo Yi nudged the body with his foot. Only after confirming that there was no sign of life left did he stagger, as though all the strength had drained from him.
He had to reach out and brace himself against the table. Not a trace of color remained in his face, and slightly rapid breaths escaped his pale, dry lips. Although, for certain reasons, losing so much blood would not kill him, it did nothing to lessen the pain that came with it-his body trembled uncontrollably, and his limbs had little strength left. Only his slightly curled fingers kept a tenuous grip on the edge of the table.
Bo Yi leaned against the table for quite a while before recovering a little strength. He tore a few relatively clean strips of cloth from "Master Kang," who lay on the floor, then sat in a chair to bandage the wounds he had stabbed into himself.
Only when the wounds finally stopped bleeding did he slowly rise from the chair and limp toward the door.
"Creak-" The door opened. Bo Yi was about to step out when the sight before him made his foot stop abruptly in midair.
A bright red bridal sedan chair stood directly outside his room.
The square sedan chair did not look very large. Much of the aged red lacquer covering its body had peeled away, and the gilded carvings on its roof had lost their original luster. The seemingly auspicious designs-dragons and phoenixes bringing good fortune, peonies symbolizing wealth...-carried a faintly sinister air in the dim light of the night. Small bronze bells hung around the roof. Whenever a stray night breeze drifted past, they rang out sharply, their sound deeply unsettling in the silence.
Bo Yi studied