"A murder weapon."
Meng Qianqian said.
"Murder?" Tan'er looked at the flute in her hand, "How can a flute kill? It has no blade, no poison. Ah! Could it be a hidden weapon?"
As she spoke, she began to inspect every small hole in the flute carefully.
"No hidden weapon at all, the Hundred Li Kill Order just exchanged for a broken flute!"
Meng Qianqian chuckled slightly, just about to speak, when suddenly a man in a black cloak walked past from the front.
In the workshop, strange people could be seen everywhere. Meng Qianqian rarely scrutinized others, yet when this man appeared, she inexplicably cast a glance.
Just one glance, and she saw the pigeon blood tattoo on the back of the man's hand.
Her eyes narrowed sharply.
"My Execution Order..." Tan'er hugged the flute, crying pitiably, without shedding a single tear.
"Tan'er."
Meng Qianqian spoke calmly.
"What?" Tan'er immediately stopped her fake crying.
