Old Yan's expression was grave as he hurried to Xu Yuan's side. "How are you? Are you hurt?"
"Just a minor wound. It's nothing."
Old Yan checked Xu Yuan over from head to toe before finally relaxing. "Good. As long as you're all right."
Then Old Yan went to examine the two corpses, and his expression changed again. "You killed them?"
It was hard to tell at a glance what level the one with half his body blown away had been. But the one riddled with holes had been "blood-blasted"—a Seventh Stream Martial Cultivator!
Xu Yuan hurriedly waved his hands. "Of course I didn't. How could I have that kind of ability? Someone from my family came and helped take care of them."
That explanation was even more "reasonable," and all three of them accepted it.
"Bring the bodies with us. Let's get back to the County Office first, in case those villains have more tricks up their sleeves."
They couldn't make Song Lu, a young woman, carry a corpse, so Xu Yuan and Fu Jingyu each took one. Paying no mind to the filth, they hoisted the bodies onto their shoulders and hurried after Old Yan.
Xu Yuan didn't notice that Old Yan's left hand had been making subtle calculations all along.
A moment later, Old Yan suddenly turned around and gave Xu Yuan a long, searching look.
Xu Yuan felt a little uneasy. "What's wrong, sir?"
Old Yan shook his head. "Nothing. Let's hurry."
South Long Street led straight to the County Office. Halfway there, the four of them ran into a group of constables and bailiffs head-on.
Led by Captain Pang of the County Office, they had received a report from the people and rushed over.
Old Yan briefly explained what had happened, then pointed behind him.