The young aunt's attire was rather peculiar. She wore a bleached white daoist robe, a wooden hairpin adorned her bun, and she held a talisman in her left hand while a sword rested in her right. Behind her, she carried an unfamiliar seven-star sword.,Li Chunmei waited in the interrogation room for two hours, getting a little anxious.,This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, ragged and filthy, with a broken leather pouch tied around his waist.。