Qin dynasty novelist

A wisp of pale yellow candlelight illuminated the entire carriage. The interior space was not large, accommodating only four or five people. At this moment, three people were huddled together inside: two older women and a baby still in swaddling clothes.,"My poor Qing'er, you haven't even weaned yet, and now you must go to meet our ancestors with me!",Through the carriage window, lifting the curtain, the crimson killing intent of the outside world was revealed. The figures ignored each other, with limbs strewn across the ground and a bloody stench pervading the air. A number of black figures quickly strangled the squad of heavily armored cavalry guarding the carriage.。