"Hm?" Jiang Cheng rose from his knees and hurried over to Song Tianming to search him again.
The fat man looked bewildered and uneasy. "What happened?"
This time, Jiang Cheng searched much more thoroughly. He practically stripped Song Tianming naked, even prying his mouth open with a knife. The severed head's mouth gaped wide, its face covered in blood. The sight made the fat man's skin crawl.
"Nothing..." Jiang Cheng's expression suddenly twisted with anger. He whipped around to stare at the fat man. "Where's that jade pendant?"
His words jolted the fat man into understanding. "Right! Where's the Cloud Palace jade pendant?"
He had been there when they tidied the beds and carried the bodies. The pendant seemed to have vanished into thin air.
There had been seven people in all. Four were dead, and neither of them had the pendant. It was obvious who had it.
At the thought, the fat man's breathing quickened. He turned and stared at the side room in disbelief. A terrifying suspicion suddenly surfaced in his mind. Could it be... could they all have been wrong? Was Ye Qiutang the real Crimson?
Jiang Cheng moved faster. He grabbed his knife and hurried toward the side room.
He had only made it halfway when the door swung open from the inside. Ye Qiutang watched them warily. She was clearly no longer unconscious. At the same time, she raised one hand and aimed it at Jiang Cheng and Wang Fugui.
"Don't move! What are you doing?" A chill had crept into Ye Qiutang's voice.
The fat man stared at Ye Qiutang, mouth agape, unable to believe his eyes. A moment later, the anger in his heart burst out. "You... you're the damn Crimson!" At that moment, the four men's deaths seemed utterly pointless—and, worse, incredibly