Murder 1


When Yu Zhan'ao pulled the sword out of the monk's rib cage, a flow of lovely 

warm blood was released, soft and slippery, like the wing feathers of a bird . . . .The buildup

of water on the pear tree finally gave way and splashed down on the sandy ground, bringing

dozens of petals with it. A small whirlwind rose up deep in the pear grove, and he later 

recalled smelling the delicate fragrance of pear blossoms....