Chapter Thirty-Five: Dying to Offer Incense, to Live for the

small bell hanging in her hand. It looked simple and ordinary, only two fingers wide and two knuckles long. Yet, it made no sound when she shook it, giving off a strange feeling.“Aren’t you the messen...eng could return for reinforcements at any time, and even the county magistrate's office would not hesitate to lend support if they sensed anything amiss.This is a paragraph. Please let me know if you...