Yi Kong quietly y on his own bed, his clothes freshly sewn. Er Duo was in the bed next door, his clothes still not finished.

  The silver scissors flew up and down, and countless pieces of cloth instantly fell to the ground, merging perfectly with the dust. The pieces of cloth that were not left behind gently covered Er Duo's body. The delicate silk thread followed the steadfast needle, slowly weaving between the fabric and Er Duo's body. In an instant, Er Duo's new clothes were complete...

  The account book was gently opened by the cold night wind, revealing the page from April 7th, twenty years ago. Accompanied by the bloody handwriting, it clearly recorded the time of several people’s deaths:

  Lao Fu – Drama Troupe – April 7th – Killed in a chaotic fight, struggled at the time of death, received two taels of silver, red thread sewn on the face.

  Xu Mama – Drama Troupe – April 7th – Killed in a chaotic fight, struggled at the time of death, received two taels of silver, red thread sewn on the face.

  Mo Bai – Drama Troupe – April 7th – Killed in a chaotic fight, struggled at the time of death, received two taels of silver, red thread sewn on the face.

  Xue Qiuqiu – Drama Troupe – April 7th – Killed with an axe, struggled at the time of death, received thirteen taels of silver, red thread sewn on the face.

  It ughed softly and gently closed the bck account book. The one that Lao Fu, Xu Mama, and Mo Bai held was a fake, one it had forged. The real bck account book was hidden in a secret pce, accessible only by the wooden spoon, which could unlock that secret spot. As for how many years the bck account book had existed, no one knew—not even it. It wasn′t until it first stumbled upon the bck account book beneath the ancient tower that it felt an overwhelming attraction.

  It realized it had become deeply captivated by the book, and it found itself drawn to the game. It enjoyed using people's greed to fulfill its goals. Its only true passion was making clothes, creating beautiful new garments. And all these new clothes were made for the dead, because it was the true tailor in this world.

  The bck account book now had more names written in it, though these people were still alive.

  It slowly picked up the gleaming needle, the red thread gently swaying in the air. A strange smile spread across its face as it began its new task.

  (Hellowyellow comment; I think the bck accountant book is like a `death note′ (a book in a Japanese manga series ``Death Note′′ written by Tsugumi Ohba)

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