He stood up, put on his trench coat, donned his gloves, grabbed his cane, and walked out. A ghostly blue flame appeared in his pupils, burning and sublimating.
A burly man in a white T-shirt came over and said, "Master is ready... Is this reliable?"
Chu Caiming glanced at him and smiled, "I don't know either, what do you think?"
The burly man also chuckled, saying, "I don't think it matters. Whether it's reliable or not, if the master says to do it, then we do it."
Three candles flickered in the gale, seemingly about to extinguish, yet they stood firm, with the leftmost one being the tallest, a good three inches higher.
Several hanging corpses swayed side to side, fresh blood dripping around, forming arcs, seemingly free-falling yet forming a patterned shape like interwoven ellipses, resembling a crown.
Chu Caiming looked up at the sky and took out a thin, jet-black, tattered little book from his pocket, with each page containing incomprehensible symbols and diagrams.
