After killing three people, only then did Li Yuan feel that his heart was beating somewhat fast.
Pushing the cart, he quickly walked in the moonlight. Once his heartbeat settled, a sense of numbness arose.
Killing people and killing pigs... seemed not much different.
He could only think this way.
Back in the small courtyard at home, Li Yuan took off his clothes and repeatedly inspected them. There was a bit of bloodstain.
So, he took some soapwort and a wooden basin to wash away the bloodstains on the clothes.
Once he made a bit of noise, the door of the small house opened.
"Let me do it," Lady Yan said, leaning against the door frame looking at him.
"Let me do it," Li Yuan said, blocking the bloodstains with his hand.
Lady Yan walked behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, and said, "What kind of man works hard outside and still comes home to wash clothes?"
Li Yuan remained still.
