Tonight's night sky is lit up by firelight, and the river surface is red with blood, with a strong smell of blood and fireworks, mixed with the smell of rotten corpses, which does not smell good, but for these women, it is rare freedom and outrageous.

It's just a short period of cheerfulness, followed by fear and apprehension.

Worried about the East Window incident, worried about being reported, and put into the red camp.

Song Qingxiao stayed in the shipyard this night, she wanted to see what the hell the female ghost in red and faceless was doing when she got her a hundred years ago.

The yin qi in the river disappeared completely, and the women around them found their own corners, but they couldn't sleep peacefully because of the anxiety in their hearts.

The woman holding the cat has been touching the cat's body all night, rubbing the cat's fur with her fingers, making a very rhythmic 'rustling' sound, which makes people uneasy.

The sound of the river crashing against the bottom of the shipyard, coupled with the faint smell of blood, makes it even more difficult to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the drums of war on the ship finally stopped, but the sound of blowing, playing and singing sounded at an inopportune time.

There are women singing in their voices, and occasionally there are men laughing strangely.

It wasn't until it was nearly dawn that it was finally quiet for a while.

The lights on the shipyard went out at some point, and the room was extremely cold.

Today, the fog on the river covers the sky, and the faint blue light penetrates through the falling curtains and panes, and the silent atmosphere spreads in the shipyard, making the needles in the shipyard audible.

Song Qingxiao opened his eyes after running a week of spiritual power circulation, and saw several women curled up in a ball.

They were frightened all night, and finally fell asleep, but they did not sleep very peacefully, as if the slightest disturbance could make them tremble.

'Knock knock-'

Several faint footsteps rang out, from far and near.

The hull of the ship shook slightly, and the dead shipyard was quickly awakened.

Several women who had managed to fall into a light sleep were disturbed by the sound of footsteps, and their bloodshot eyes quickly widened.

The woman holding the cat almost jumped up from the couch, and her first reaction was to stuff her cat into the corner of the couch.

When her panicked gaze fell on Song Qingxiao, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, she paused for a moment, as if she had found the backbone of her heart in an instant, her expression was certain, and her panicked expression settled down again.

"Delivered food—"

A lifeless male voice broke the silence on the ship, causing movement to begin all around.

But the moment they heard this voice, several wide-eyed women on the shipyard trembled like chaff as if they had seen a ghost.

'Knock knock. ’

The sound of heavy footsteps drew nearer, a shadow approached, and the curtain was reached out and grabbed open, revealing a familiar and strange face.

'Titicaca-'

Several women gritted their teeth, holding back the screams that were about to burst into their throats, and their bodies trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

The man who died under Song Qingxiao's hands last night and whose head was screwed off reappeared in front of several people at this time.

His face was pale, his skin was wrinkled by blisters, his soaked clothes were dripping with water, and with each step, a large amount of blood-colored river water seeped into the planks of the shipyard.

"It's time to eat."

He stared at the women in the shipyard with a sinister gaze, and his broken neck was still a little crooked.

The man raised his hand in a very sluggish motion, grabbed his head, and pushed it back to his neck with a 'click' sound.

When he said this, he stared at the women in the shipyard with a smile, and the look was so chilling that the women were so frightened that they couldn't even scream.

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, but quickly calmed down again.

She has also met people who were killed by her own hands come back to life and appear in front of her.

She was also scared back then, but now she has already overcome the fear in her heart and is not frightened by the scene in front of her.

"Come here."

She waved at the man again.

The man was still the same as last night, and the moment he heard her call, he walked towards her with a gloomy gaze and heavy steps.

With every step he took, he left soaked bloody footprints on the shipyard, which were very obvious.

It wasn't until he approached Song Qingxiao that his head began to freeze, and his outstretched hand oozed water droplets.

Before his hand touched Song Qingxiao's body, the scene from last night reappeared - Song Qingxiao kicked his calf hard, and the bones broke and made a crisp sound.

The man knelt down on the wooden foot with a 'bang', and the head that was not yet firmly attached was unscrewed off by Song Qingxiao's hand again.

'Tutu-'

A reddish river erupted from the place where his neck was broken, and soon flowed into the wooden footsteps.

The smell of blood spread through the shipyard, and his fallen body struggled desperately like a fish jumping out of the water.

Song Qing's little foot stepped on his shoulder and stepped down hard.

The corpse is very powerful, but compared to her, it is like an ant shaking an elephant.

There was a 'click' of bones shattering, and the man's shoulder slumped in a large piece, and after a short time he stopped struggling, like a dead fish that was limp to the top of his feet.

This murderous and familiar scene made the faces of several women in the shipyard look like earth, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"Now, you go and get food."

Song Qing glanced at the youngest woman and commanded her.

She bit her lip so hard that her teeth bit into the flesh, and blood oozed out, as if gluing her upper and lower lips together.

The moment she heard Song Qingxiao's order, she seemed to be a little incredulous, raised her head and stared at her with wide eyes.

The man who was killed by Song Qingxiao last night and thrown into the river by everyone came back to life again.

And she seemed to be fine, and once again screwed off the man's head with a calm expression, reproducing the scene from last night.

"Go get a meal!"

Song Qingxiao saw that she didn't move, and repeated coldly.

At this time, the people in the shipyard were already in extreme fear and panic, and her calm attitude, calm and strong command, for the women, it was as if they had found the backbone.

"I'll go."

The woman holding the cat quickly resisted her fear and stood up first:

"I'm going to get food."

Among the women, she is the most unique and seems to have the greatest courage.

With that, she swallowed and thrust the cat into her belly, coiling it in a wide robe.

After cleaning up, she calmed down her inner emotions, forced her panic, and went out with the curtain.

After she left, the corpse was placed at Song Qingxiao's feet, and everyone didn't dare to breathe, as if they had passed the sun like a year.

About seven or eight minutes later, with a cat meow, the woman holding the cat came back with a small bucket of food and turned pale.

"The people outside are gone."

She was trembling all over, feeling a kind of relaxation in her heart that the big stone had fallen to the ground, and she also had the joy of the rest of her life after the catastrophe:

"They didn't seem to notice that he hadn't returned—"

A few women cried and did not answer, as if they were dying.

"Divide the meal, and dispose of the corpse again."

Song Qingxiao looked at the woman holding the cat and ordered.

When the other women heard this, they were afraid and panicked, and shook their heads desperately, but they did not dare to cry.

"Afraid of what?"

Song Qingxiao saw their cowering expressions and reprimanded coldly:

"He's already died once, but he's going to be dealt with again the way he did last night."

The women were in despair.

The woman holding the cat paused, although she was also scared, but she didn't know if it was the oldest reason, she was calmer than several other women, and after hearing Song Qingxiao's words, she trembled for a long time, and then responded softly:

"Hmm."

She put down the bucket she was carrying, and commanded one of them:

"Sister Juan'er go get the bowl."

The youngest woman was named by her, but she sat still, and the girl holding the cat saw that she was not moving, so she warned her:

"Food is scarce, everyone only has this little thing every day, and if they don't eat at this time, they will be hungry for a day."

As soon as he said this, the others slowly got up and went to get their own things.

The food that was delivered was only a small bucket, and I don't know what kind of minced meat was mixed with coarse chestnuts, mixed into a soup that was not too thick, and exuded an unusually attractive aroma of meat.

The women who were still terrified before, the moment they smelled the meat, they all suddenly stretched their necks, and their faces were longing.

The catwoman divided the five bowls, and the bucket was already very clean.

Everyone stared at the bowl, silent, but their stomachs were 'growling', obviously very hungry.

Originally, there were five people living on the shipyard, but Song Qingxiao broke in halfway, and she didn't have her share.

"Eat."

There is weirdness everywhere here, not to mention that Song Qingxiao has long since gotten rid of the need for food, even if she needs to eat, she will not eat these things easily.

As soon as her voice fell, several people snatched a bowl of minced meat soup each with an extremely fierce attitude, and drank it into their mouths.

A few people seemed to have been hungry for many years, and they drank quickly and urgently.

However, the woman holding the cat, after a few sips, finally seemed to remember something, reluctantly, forcibly stopped drinking this soup, released the white cat hidden in her arms, and left the remaining small half bowl of soup for it to feed.

"Eat, eat."

She touched the white cat's head and coaxed the cat softly.

As she spoke, her stomach was still 'growling' in protest.

The cat makes a 'whoosh' sound, lowers its head and licks its food.

After a while, several people finished eating, and several women and cats even licked the bowls cleanly, as if they had eaten some peerless delicacy.

"Now that you've eaten and drunk enough, let's dispose of the corpse."

Song Qingxiao stepped on the corpse that was still bubbling under his feet, and gave an order to a few people.

Everyone's expressions changed rapidly, from the initial satisfaction to fear, and they all shook their heads and did not dare to step forward.

"The body is here, if it is not dealt with, if anyone finds out that he is missing, find it here, you will all die."

Song Qingxiao's eyes slowly glanced at a few people and asked:

"Afraid of what? When he was human, we could all deal with him, and even if he became a ghost, we couldn't deal with him a second time? ”

Her coercion and temptation worked, and although several women were still afraid, they were forced by her strength, and they all cried and did not dare to respond.

After a long pause, the woman with the cat mustered up the courage to step forward and walked over to the head of the man who had fallen to the ground.

A layer of ice condensed on the human head, and the icy force froze the blood that seeped out of its skull, making its face seem to be covered with a pale pink color.

The man's face was distorted, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked strangely.

When the woman swallowed and lifted his hair, his eyelids moved, as if they had opened their eyes.

"Ahh

Frightened, the woman who had always been the most daring to hold the cat seemed to be burned, and she was busy trying to retract her hand.

But halfway down, a palm grabbed her wrist and stopped her hand from retracting.

She turned her head in surprise, and saw Song Qingxiao, who was originally sitting on the edge of the bed, appear by her side at some point, holding her hand, and touching the person's head with a force that she couldn't resist.

"Afraid of what?"

Song Qingxiao asked:

"He's dead."

"But," stammered the woman holding the cat, "but I see that his eyelids are still moving—"

"Is there one?" Song Qingxiao asked, and as he spoke, his fingers were like swords, and he pointed at the eyelids of the man's head.

'Poof, poof! ’

In two soft sounds, the two eyeballs were punctured, the outer bulging eyelids were sunken, and two lines of blood and tears welled up from the eyes, flowing down the ice.

Song Qingxiao's face was expressionless, and he asked again:

"What do you see now?"

The woman holding the cat plucked up her courage and opened her eyes.

I saw that the eyelids of the man's head were glued together by blood, and sure enough, there was no movement.

"You-" She seemed to be stunned for a moment, and turned her head to look at Song Qingxiao.

This time, when Song Qingxiao grabbed her hand and touched the head, she didn't resist again, but lifted the head.

After the head was raised, it didn't do anything as before.

Maybe it was because Song Qingxiao was by her side, although the woman holding the cat was still scared, she was more calm than before.

She even looked at the others after lifting the head, urging:

"You're about to clean up the body, Sister Juan'er is the youngest, you can get some water to wipe the blood off the boat."

If the corpses are destroyed, no one will find out that there are dead people here, and everyone will keep it a secret at the same time, and the affairs here will never be leaked out, and everyone will be safe.

Several women listened to her words, and there was really no other way, so they all agreed.

Last night's incident happened again, and even in order to prevent this corpse from cheating again, everyone also took silk gauze and wrapped it tightly.

Although the night has passed, the fog on the river obscures the sky and the light is still very dim.

The rabble on board were very tired from yesterday's siege, and the ship was very quiet at this time.

The women worked together to throw the body into the water again, and just in case, they saw the rough river swallow it up, wrap the man's body and flow down, disappearing from everyone's sight.

It's just those blood marks in the boat, and the women have tried their best, but they still can't wash them away.