chapter 59 nine heads bird

This sentence scared both Jaxtyn Scurr and Abraham Looske. Abraham Looske asked tentatively. "The bottle you're talking about, is that the one you use to store marmalade?" "Well, because the smell of orange was so strong, I didn't notice it at first, but now that I think about it, it smells like blood." Jaxtyn Scurr seemed to still want to find a reasonable explanation, she said somewhat uncertainly. "Could it be that... the children injured their hands while making jam?" "That shouldn't...