The Great Devouring

Then, a jumbled mess of memories flooded his mind.,The scattered stones on his head were slowly being moved aside, revealing patches of light. Many people held torches and gathered around him.,The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.。