This youth was naturally Zhang Tie.
Even Zhang Tie had not expected to witness such an ugly scene in this maple forest of the Helan Mountains today. These days, he had seen many loyal ministers and righteous men within the Western Pacification Protectorate, and many strangers fleeing disaster who still never forgot to support and help one another. Suddenly seeing these people, Zhang Tie felt an indescribable revulsion.
The maple leaves in the forest were red, and in the blink of an eye, the blood from the several corpses sprawled on the ground had dyed a wide patch of earth red as well—grim, cold, and cruel...
The soul-hypnosis secret technique from the Blood Soul Scripture was like using an ox-cleaver to kill chickens when applied to such insignificant people. Zhang Tie did not even need to lift a hand; a few words from his mouth were enough to make these filthy little people end their own lives.
Steward Li had driven a dagger straight through his own heart. He truly died with his eyes wide open; before dying, his pale, rolled-back eyes had still been staring at the sky.
Where there were people, there would be greed and betrayal. Yet when such greed and betrayal were laid bare before him in such a bloody, brutal scene, when masters and servants, wives and concubines began plotting and slaughtering one another, even Zhang Tie felt himself pierced by it. Looking at Steward Li's expression as he died, a question suddenly rose uncontrollably in Zhang Tie's heart—there was always an ugly side to human nature; would he one day suffer such betrayal because of another's greed?
The question tangled Zhang Tie's heart for a moment, but then he shook his head and cast it to the back of his mind. With the Holy