Xu Shu lay in bed with confusion, pretending to continue sleeping.
Whoo-whoo-whoo! Whoo-whoo-whoo!
As soon as he lay down, the wind picked up again, swirling around the room, accompanied by a faint wailing sound, like crying.
"Damn it, what kind of draft is this? Every whore in this building has company; I don't see any that seems vacant!"
Xu Shu flipped over, puffing with annoyance. He didn't rush to get up but listened carefully to the sound.
This time, fully awake, he heard clearly—it was a woman singing.
"People's hearts, people's livers, each soaking separately."
"Flowers wither, flowers bloom, day by day life deteriorates."
"In February, picking flowers, brain flowers are in full bloom."
"At night it's dark, and the wind is high, countless murders occur."
"At night, the dark wind is high, countless murders occur." (Note 1)
The melody was melodious and cheerful, somewhat pleasant to listen to.
But wasn't the content a bit too morbid and gory?
And that voice…
Hiss!
