The cave was very large, and the furniture and artifacts were more luxurious than those outside, though mismatched in style, as if plundered from various places and casually placed together.
Sang Que walked to the round table in the center, took off the cloth bag she had been carrying, removed the coat soaked with black dog blood and sticking to her skin, and tore a strip of cloth to tie up her messy hair.
Early spring was not warm, but she didn't feel cold at all, already having lost the body temperature a living person should have.
Sang Que pulled open her clothing to first check her chest; the flesh around the hole had already healed with no trace left.
In addition to killing in the woods, those red threads in the Ghost Realm also sucked the blood of those people, allowing her to recover so quickly.
Sang Que tapped her head, trying to organize what had happened over the past few days, but the images were intermittent, and thinking about it caused a headache.
