The Ma Family Martial Artist who had been turned over could not keep his head fixed in place. It could only droop to one side under gravity; there was no way for his face to remain upward.
Moreover, from his head being tossed back and forth, the skin around his neck was completely congested, turning dark red beneath the surface. In other words, his neck was already filled with blood, bodily fluids, and the like, but the outer skin still contained it, so nothing had spilled out yet.
Looking over his body, however, they found no injuries. Every part of his body appeared intact, with no signs of damage or attack.
Aside from some dust on his chest, knees, and other areas that had touched the ground, everything else was normal.
"It seems this man died immediately after having his neck twisted apart. There are no other injuries on him." Qian Ying examined him carefully and even used his long saber to lift the Martial Artist's clothes, inspecting everything beneath them.
"With such strength, the enemy must be extremely powerful. I wonder where this fellow is hiding!" As Zhou Zixing spoke, he looked toward the houses surrounding the small plaza. Yet he found that, like those near the plaza below, all of them were sealed shut. For some unknown reason, every house had been closed off.
Could it be that the people here no longer used these houses? Why were all the doors and windows shut?
"Steward Qian, when you came up here, aside from the one lying on the ground, did you see anything else?" Qian Ying followed Zhou Zixing's gaze and surveyed the surrounding buildings. These houses shared the same style, though they were somewhat smaller. That was not the important part, however. What mattered was whether enemies