That face was lifelike, slightly dark, and as stern as ever. Only Pang Jing knew that this man concealed a tremendous passion within him. Unable to stop himself, he reached out and gave him a push, finally discovering the difference: the skin was no longer elastic, and the entire body had lost all response. Only the spot he touched sank slightly inward.
Death revealed its ruthless face in that instant. Pang Jing's heart jolted. He jerked back, stumbled, and was caught by an attendant.
"Who was the murderer?" Pang Jing's voice was so calm that even he was startled.
No one dared speak. Tu Pianpian had no choice but to bite the bullet and open her mouth. Luo Qikang was already dead, making her the leader of the Central Plains martial artists present. "No one saw it happen. We found... his body in the street. There appear to be two sword wounds. One is near the heart, but not fatal. The other is in the throat—the killing blow. The method was much the same as in the first two assassinations."
The victims of the first two assassinations had been Fang Shuyi and Shangguan Hong. Pang Jing had once seen the former's corpse. He knew some martial arts, but not enough to distinguish the subtle differences between wounds, so he could only trust Tu Pianpian's judgment. "How could that be possible?"
"Huh?" Tu Pianpian failed to follow Pang Jing's train of thought. Thinking the lord was questioning her conclusion, she flushed slightly beneath her old face. "Everyone's assessment is about the same. There may be other wounds..."
"How could he have been killed from the front? He was the Luo family's greatest swordsman."
Tu Pianpian walked over to the table where the corpse lay and pointed at the wound in the