Dead?
Lu Gang froze. "What grudge do you have with him?"
"Something like that." Liang Qu briefly explained what had happened at the Martial Arts School. "So I wanted to take a look and see what exactly happened."
Lu Gang shook his head and set down the Crimson Fire Mourning Feather. "It's too dangerous for you to go alone. I'll make the trip with you."
What a joke. Lu Shaohui, a Two Barrier Martial Artist, had been killed—and his internal organs had been eaten. It was most likely the work of a Spirit Monster.
Who knew whether the Spirit Monster was lying in ambush nearby? Things that had gained sentience were all cunning.
Liang Qu felt a little embarrassed to trouble Lu Gang over something so minor. With such a major incident, the area had surely already been searched thoroughly. But on second thought, it was indeed better to be safe than sorry, so he could only trouble his Senior Brother once more.
"Wait for me."
Lu Gang turned and left the Quiet Room. When he returned, several black stones had appeared in his hand.
He placed the black stones beside the Crimson Feather. Stimulated by the heat, they swiftly changed color, their surfaces gradually covered in dark-red patterns like blood vessels. They set each other off against the Crimson Feather, like several beating hearts.
"Fire Red Stone—excellent charcoal stone. Put beside it, the Crimson Fire Mourning Feather's energy won't decrease for a short time; it'll even increase. Let's go."
The two set out along the small path beside Huang's Cloth Shop. When they reached a certain stretch of road, they found a level dirt track beside it. Though dry grass grew over it, the lack of trees made it stand out sharply from its surroundings. It was easy to