C181 Prisoner Ling Qing Xun

Wang Yao had briefly considered whether the singing could be from a human female mercenary who had ventured into these parts, but then he dismissed the thought. Who in their right mind would sing in the depths of the forest in the dead of night? Only a mad person, surely.

After wiping his hands, he hitched up his belt and buried the evidence with layers of earth to mask the odor.

"Forget it