Jiang Cheng suddenly pulled Wu Yingying into his arms. She froze, forgetting to struggle, her mind going completely blank.
Where Wu Yingying couldn't see, Jiang Cheng quickly signaled to Wu with his eyes. The next second, Wu flashed over to the guild leader, Jiang Cheng, and killed him with a single slash. That wasn't enough, though. Apparently worried he wasn't quite dead, Wu swiftly struck him more than a dozen times, every blow aimed at a vital spot. The brutal sight sent a chill through Huai Yi.
Wu Yingying instinctively tried to stop him, but Jiang Cheng held her tight. "There's no need to pity him! After deceiving you to this extent, he deserves to die!" Jiang Cheng said through gritted teeth. "He dared to hurt you. I'd kill him ten times, a hundred times over!"
The guild leader had not only lost every sign of life; his face had also been hacked into a bloody pulp. Now there was no way to verify his identity.
Wu Yingying was clearly moved by Jiang Cheng's heartfelt words, but she still had doubts about the guild leader's death. After all, the expression on his face when he'd said, "This scholar, Lu Jianli, offers his respects," and the air about him had both been unmistakable. Those were memories that belonged only to her and Lu Jianli. How could an outsider possibly know about them?
Just then, a gentle hand stroked her head. Wu Yingying abruptly raised her eyes and met Jiang Cheng's tender gaze. His scholarly, handsome bearing had returned, and as he looked at Wu Yingying, conflicting pain and sorrow twisted across his face, making it impossible not to feel for him. "Honestly, sometimes... sometimes I really envy that guy. He could actually see into people's memories. If I had that ability,