C551 I Have Not Married yet

The person lay prone, with a pile of dried grass on their head, revealing half a face, staring at him with an indescribable look of horror.

In the dim light, it was hard to make out who it was. Wen Luyu's instinct was to leap forward and silence this witness.

But the person seemed even more terrified, retreating into the haystack like a turtle withdrawing into its shell