Bloodwater had splashed the courtyard dark red.
A headless corpse.
Zhong Che, with an extra "hat."
Wei He, calm-faced, stood behind him with one hand clamped around Zhong Che's neck.
The scenes before them made the maids and guards nearby, who had not yet reacted, feel their blood surge and their hairs stand on end. Their minds were instantly stunned numb.
Something huge had happened!!
At this moment, this was the first thought that sprang into the minds of everyone who witnessed the scene.
Ah!!
At last, a maid screamed. Staggering as she turned, she ran into the distance, clearly going to report what had happened.
Thud.
Zhong Che's eyes were vacant as he dropped to his knees, his pupils seeming to lose focus.
A human head fell from atop his head and rolled several times. Its eyes were wide open, meeting his gaze exactly.
Zhong Che's eyes suddenly contracted, gradually and slowly regaining focus.
He stared at the head on the ground, slowly raising his hands to cover his face, only to find that they were already covered in blood.
Ah.
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream, but no sound came from his throat. There was only a hoarse, clicking rasp.
Wei He stood behind him, his long hair falling over his shoulders, a faint red glow flickering in his black eyes.
Looking at Zhong Che kneeling on the ground, the corner of his lips curled slightly before he turned and left.
Perhaps Zhong Che had repeatedly sought trouble with him at the instigation of the Buddhist Sect, but the lesson he had received this time should leave a terror deep in his soul that could never be erased.
Simply put, the man was ruined.
Yet he had taken only a few steps.
A fat, big-eared monk,