They are gone. "
In the next blink of an eye, the watchman felt that everything in his sight had turned bright red, including the silver-belt-like glacier, the crescent moon in the sky, and the four people's bamboo hats and long cloaks...
He fell down.
The last thought in my mind is: I haven't bought pearl flowers for my daughter yet...
One person held a knife, and a drop of blood slipped from the long blade, which was brought from the watchman. After the drops of blood dripped, the blade was once again spotless.
Another person also criticized the person holding the knife: "Even if you want to kill someone, don't use the knife. Wouldn't it be better to just throw it under the ice as if you were drunk and stumbled and drowned?"
The last person stepped forward, coughed and stared at the watchman for a while, then took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, and poured the powder inside on the incision on the watchman's face: "Find a place where there are rats and discard the corpse. When the sun comes out tomorrow morning, it will be gnawed beyond recognition by mice, and it will be impossible to find out."
The knife-bearer put the knife into the sheath without saying a word, stepped forward to pick up the watchman on his back, and went to find the place where there were mice.
The person who likes to say ah sighed, and said ah again: "I really don't want to go with him. If you don't have a little common sense, you will kill people."
"Okay, Wu'er. Let's go." The coughing man put away the porcelain bottle and continued on his way.
The three of them were like three shooting stars, and quickly escaped into the night.