Outside Ghost Gate Village, dawn had broken, and quite a few Six Gates constables had already gathered there.
There were more than fifty of them. Li Hao and Zhou Han both stared solemnly at the village before them.
"Crack..."
Just then, a cracking sound suddenly rang out. The constables looked over and witnessed a shocking sight.
A Big Locust Tree suddenly split in half down the middle.
Then Yang Yao, dressed in bloodstained robes and carrying the Pure Yang Sword, walked out from within.
"M... My lord!"
Upon seeing Yang Yao, Li Hao and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they immediately rushed over.
Yang Yao actually revealed a faint smile when he saw Li Hao and the others.
"My lord, are you all right?"
Yang Yao shook his head and said,
"I'm fine. They're just minor injuries, nothing serious!"
At those words, everyone's expressions changed. Just as they were about to say something, Yang Yao continued,
"Have a few men bring me some water. Bring several buckets. I'm covered in blood, and it feels rather unpleasant. Also, bring me a change of clothes.
"The rest of you, go into the Ghost Market and seal the whole place off. Search every house, one by one.
"If you see anyone alive, arrest them all.
"As for the dead, have someone identify them and see if you can determine exactly who they were.
"And search the entire Ghost Market thoroughly!"
Zhou Han could not help but say, "My lord, shouldn't you return quickly? At this rate, you'll bleed dry!"
Yang Yao rolled his eyes and said helplessly,
"Zhou Han, what nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean, I'm about to bleed dry?
"Bleed dry? This is the enemy's blood, not mine. I was just surrounded by over a thousand people.