Disaster Clinging to Me

"Gone?"

Staring at the leg, its cut surface smooth and cleanly severed, Hu Ma narrowed his eyes.

He had to admit, the doctor really did make his living with a blade. That skill...

If it had been someone from another path, even with a concealment method, they could never have escaped at such close range. The Night Watcher's brawn was no joke. Sometimes, just by sensing a person's soul, he could pinpoint which way they had fled.

He could chase them down in a single breath, catching every one.

The Night Watcher could run, and being able to run usually meant being able to chase.

But when this quack had fled, he had used some unknown method that filled the entire area with signs of life. Even the Night Watcher's instincts couldn't find him.

That was the power of the Gate of Fate.

Though the man had escaped, Hu Ma couldn't help wondering, One moment, they want to steal my Great Heavenly Duke General Dharma Image; the next, they're trying to tempt me into shedding my identity as a Hu Family Descendant...

What, exactly, do they want?

Seeing that the crisis had passed, Fourth Miss Zhou, Immortal Aunt Miaoshan, Old Abacus, and the others hurried over.

Hu Ma went with them to sit at the edge of the village. He brooded in silence. The sudden assassination had earned him another pillar of cultivation, but more than the joy of that gain, the strange behavior of these people filled him with doubt.

He had been assassinated twice in a row, and neither time had he had much chance to speak with his attackers. Still, from their few words, he had pieced together a few things:

First, there weren't many Reincarnators in this group. Otherwise, if they were like the Reincarnators