Chapter 297: Hut (Please subscribe and support!)

The elderly woman in a hemp garment staggered in the alley, the iron bucket in her hand in no way affecting her pace. She was dressed snugly, wrapped in a large cotton-padded coat, and had a thick grey scarf around her neck that looked as dusty as a rag.

The hand holding the bucket wore a pair of grey gloves that seemed to be made of snake skin and were quite new, as if recently purchased, but they bore some deep red stains like dried blood, along with some bluish spots, perhaps something like bile.

Except for her aged head, the old woman was wrapped snugly from head to toe.

Pedestrians hurried past her on the street, frowning as they glanced at her and then at the bucket in her hands, noticing the stench coming from it and covering their noses. She seemed not to care, simply stretching out her hand to cover the exposed part of the bucket with a grey cloth.