d asked, "How is it"The Bone Mask Man snarled, "That bastard Song Qingyue swallowed the bait but only lightly brushed it against the hook!"That person said, "Song Hengjiang, that old thing, isn't dead...steadily, then turned and walked back into the deep palace gate. All she left behind was a word, "Soon."The crimson robe seemed like a ghost in the night.On such a night, looking at his back, Jiang W...