The night was deep.
A sharp scream tore through the quiet of the night, resounding in his ears. Ke Youqing suddenly woke up, his eyes alert and bloodshot as he abruptly sat up in bed.
He looked around, the bedroom was tranquil, with no trace of where that crow-like screech had come from.
Looking down, he saw his lower body still wrapped in the blanket. For some reason, there was a faint heaviness in his legs, as if a stone was pressing down on them.
Thus, Ke Youqing slightly lifted the blanket with his hand, looking towards his legs, he could see a crow's head lying on his thigh. Blood was flowing freely, staining his pant leg and heels red.
His face expressionless, he turned his head to look, Bai Wenna was sleeping soundly. Time had not left many marks on her delicate face, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes under the moonlight were like the tide spreading.
Just then, a hoarse and sharp cry suddenly came from ahead.
