"Brother Song, was this Lu Yiye's work?" Ning Zizai looked at the corpses on the ground.
Song Zhui said, "I just got here too, but it looks like it was."
Ning Zizai said, "Would you mind if I took a look?"
What was there to mind? They were only a few corpses. Song Zhui said, "Go ahead, Brother Zizai."
Ning Zizai crouched down and inspected them with painstaking care. He even turned the corpses over and felt them all over, making the people behind Song Zhui frown deeply, wondering whether this fellow had some peculiar fetish.
Only after a long while did Ning Zizai rise to his feet, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.
"Did you find something, Brother Zizai?" Song Zhui asked.
Ning Zizai said, "Nothing major. Judging purely from the wounds, there is no difference from those who died over the past few days. It can be confirmed that they were killed by the same person."
"Brother Zizai has been examining the bodies of those who died these past few days?"
"Not deliberately. I simply happened upon them and took a look." He turned to Song Zhui. "Brother Song, can you be sure Lu Yiye was the one who did this?"
Song Zhui thought, If you're asking me, who am I supposed to ask? But with several junior brothers and sisters present, it was not appropriate to speak so bluntly. He said, "Lu Yiye uses a saber, and these people also died of saber wounds. It was basically him, no doubt."
"I remember Lu Yiye is a Weapon Cultivator!" Ning Zizai was full of doubt. "But... from what I've observed, in every group of people who died, one of them must have been killed by a sneak attack from behind! That is somewhat like a Ghost Cultivator's