Tian Chen's guess was possible, but Qin Yuan thought it unlikely.
"If the killer left the bodies behind after killing people, why take Zhao Ming's body but leave the patrol's corpses? That makes no sense. Besides, the patrol wasn't weak. It consisted of Soul Kings and Soul Ancestors."
"If Zhao Ming did it, he couldn't have killed five people in an instant. In particular, those wounds in their chests must have been inflicted one at a time. By then, the other patrol members would have sounded the alarm."
Tian Chen nodded earnestly. "Zhao Ming knew nothing about pharmacology, and he had no mental abilities either. In that case, we can indeed rule him out as the killer."
Then a puzzled look crossed his face. "By the way, Teacher Qin, how could you tell that the chest wounds weren't fatal?"
He had based his earlier speculation on Qin Yuan's conclusion without asking how he had reached it.
With Qin Yuan's half-baked skills, he would never have noticed if the discrepancy hadn't been so obvious.
Qin Yuan took Tian Chen's right hand, placed his fingers where the right side of his jaw met his neck, and pressed firmly inward.
"That's the pulse. What's wrong with it?" Tian Chen asked again.
Qin Yuan pointed at the corpses. All of them had bloodstains around their necks, while the skin around their chest wounds was deathly pale. Even after it was cut open, the flesh beneath remained pale. Clearly, their bodies had been drained of blood.
Tian Chen understood at once. "If the pulse point is wounded, the bleeding won't stop. Yet there's hardly any blood on their clothes! Damn it, of all the things Zhao Ming could have done, he had to vent his anger on the corpses and make us overlook such an