"Elder Qian, what's wrong?" Zhou Zixing immediately asked when he noticed Qian Ying acting strangely.
Qian Ying seemed not to hear him. He was still recalling what had just happened, unwilling to overlook even the slightest detail as he desperately went over every part of it.
There were only Zhou Zixing and him in the room, no one else. No, there was another person—but that person could not move. It was a dead man.
He Turned His Head and looked over.
The corpse's eyes were blood red, its lips curled into a mocking smile, as though it were laughing at him.
"Who is it? Damn it, come out here!" Qian Ying shouted at once, wanting whoever was hiding in the shadows to reveal himself.
An enemy hidden in the dark was the most troublesome. If the enemy were out in the open, it would not matter even if he was stronger than them; Qian Ying still had Zhou Zixing as a henchman. But an enemy lurking in the shadows was what truly made one anxious and worried.
It could even inspire fear. Just like now, he was somewhat afraid—afraid of the unknown. He had only ever felt such fear when facing that Shadow Man. Yet he had not expected that, only two days later, he would feel it again.
"Elder Qian, did you find something?" Hearing Qian Ying's shout, Zhou Zixing grew tense and asked again.
Qian Ying did not answer. Instead, he flashed over to the Martial Artist standing dead in the middle of the room and instantly pulled away the wooden rod propping up his chin. Without its support, the Martial Artist's body immediately crumpled to the ground.
Although this Martial Artist had already died, not much time had passed, so his body was still relatively soft. Once