The sun was on the verge of setting, and night was about to fall.
Mysterious and shadowy to begin with, the narrow alley that sunlight could never quite reach became even more sinister. Standing at the entrance, Song Qing was enveloped by a chilling and dark evil energy.
The thick demonic energy eagerly swirling about her body permeated the alley, wantonly seizing every corner.
In this alley, with its puddles and uneven surfaces, not a single trace of blood was to be seen, leaving no sign that just moments ago, six vibrant lives had been devoured here.
Song Qing slowly lifted her deep, bewitching face, emanating an intense emotion from her inscrutable, shadow-laden eyes.
It was a mix of reverence, adoration, and a faint sense of sorrow.
Her master had pushed her away.
Her master no longer wanted her.
She lifted her head to gaze at the darkening sky, a smile curling at the corners of her lips.
Night had fallen.
The time when she was most active had arrived.