Encountering the Blue Blood Person Again

The dusk settled over the Guna River, tinting it crimson, as if blood flowed on forever.

The countless tents that had once dominated the land for hundreds of miles had been taken down, destroyed, or carried away. Everywhere one looked was desolation and ruin.

Cow, sheep, and horse dung lay hidden among the weeds. Ominous birdsong echoed everywhere, and here and there lay fallen bodies and abandoned belongings, all the more bleak in the twilight.

Meng Qi stood silently amid the ruins of the Golden Tent, his left hand gripping his saber's scabbard. Beneath his feet lay fertile soil and wildly overgrown grass. His mind spread out across the surrounding area, searching for the faintest clues. Perhaps Has Ula and the others were responsible for the disappearance and deaths of several Outer Scenery Experts.

Suddenly, Meng Qi moved. He strode forward, using Ground Shrinking, and in a flash reached a tattered tent near the Guna River. His right hand lifted the flap.

Whizz, whizz, whizz! Flying needles, iron nails, plum-blossom darts, and other hidden weapons shot toward him.

Meng Qi reached forward with his right hand. The weapons' shadows vanished from the air, and they all landed in his palm.

Inside the tent were three martial artists, two men and a woman, dressed like martial artists from the Central Plains. They were in their twenties, all wearing expressions of grief and terror. Each held a longsword, but after seeing Meng Qi's move, they were too intimidated to attack.

Behind them lay a corpse. Its hair was white as silver frost, and its flesh held great strength, but its internal organs and all the acupoints throughout its body had been destroyed. It was gold on the outside, but rotten within.

"Were you attacked?" Meng Qi asked after briefly examining the corpse.