Shen Cheng took note of the tattoo mark and sketched it on paper.
Shi Yu came out of the bathroom after a shower, just in time to see the pattern she drew on the paper, instantly, his sword eyebrows raised.
Shen Cheng looked up at him, "What's the matter?"
Shi Yu sat down next to her, reached out to take the piece of paper, his cold gaze faintly sinking, "Did you draw this?"
Shen Cheng gave an affirming hum, "I saw it on Mo Qingxin before, so I drew it down. Why, is there something wrong?"
Shi Yu's hand slowly tightened, his chilly eyes instantly turning into a stretch of coldness: "She's a Death Soldier."
Shen Cheng was startled, "Death Soldier?"
She had never seen a Death Soldier, but she knew what they were.
Death Soldiers are usually brought up from a young age, instilled with the belief of loyalty and protection of their Master.
A few of them possess thoughts but only know to be loyal, and they are mostly nurtured by the wealthy families, royal courts, and nobles.
