"..."
Chen Fan was speechless too. He had thought the minister meant there was no way, and if there was no way, what was the point of keeping the minister around? He might as well kill him. But it turned out the minister was asking whether Chen Fan had deceived him.
Chen Fan walked toward the Little Emperor. Since the minister was already dead, he would see whether the Little Emperor knew what was going on. When Chen Fan reached his side, his brows furrowed.
He could not sense any life from the Little Emperor. After examining him, Chen Fan found a tiny wound on his neck, curved like a crescent moon. After giving it some thought, Chen Fan more or less knew who had done it.
If he was not mistaken, the wound had been caused by the Rakshasa Four Ghosts, the minister's executioners. Chen Fan had seen their fingernails lengthen into deadly weapons, and the wound was very similar in shape to a fingernail. It must have been Suzuka, the sole survivor among the Rakshasa Four Ghosts.
Chen Fan also discovered that the small horn the Little Emperor had been holding was gone. It had probably been taken away as well—a textbook case of murder and robbery. Chen Fan's plan to use that horn to drive away the Danger Beasts had truly gone down the drain this time.
Elsewhere in the Imperial Capital, Suzuka, the sole surviving member of the Rakshasa Four Ghosts, was running swiftly toward the outskirts. A smile hung on her face, and she held an ancient horn in her hand. It was the Supreme Imperial Arm that had been in the Little Emperor's possession. She had killed the Little Emperor amid the chaos and snatched it away. No one who saw an Imperial Arm