The Bandit Army's Atrocities

The Bandit Army's Evil Deeds

By dawn, the rain had stopped.

The bloody stench atop Prison King Mountain seemed to have been washed faint by last night's torrential downpour.

Or perhaps it had merely sunk into the muddy earth, mingling with the smell of grass and slowly seeping back up in threadlike wisps.

In the ruins of Night Wolf Camp, Zhang Sanxian, who had slept peacefully through the night, also gathered up the gold and silver he had scavenged there and leisurely made his way down the mountain, step by step.

Not long afterward, Zhang Sanxian finally reached Luoyang Town.

Luoyang's morning was deathly silent.

The moment he entered through the town gates, Zhang Sanxian discovered that there was not a soul on the streets.

Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut. The occasional whisper slipped through a crack in a window, only to vanish at once, like a startled insect retreating into its shell.

With his stringed qin tucked against his chest and his blind cane in hand, Zhang Sanxian soundlessly crossed the muddy streets. His sunken eye sockets turned toward his surroundings.

Though his eyes were hollow and pupil-less, they seemed capable of "seeing" the panic and terror behind every tightly closed door and window.

"Strange—"

His brows drew together slightly. "I clearly wiped out every bandit faction. Why does Luoyang Town look as though its soldiers are in chaos and its horses in panic, as if it suffered a bandit disaster last night?"

Carrying that doubt, Zhang Sanxian immediately unleashed his peerless lightness skill. He shot into the sky like a bat, racing toward Blacksmith Liu's shop on the next street.

Before long, he arrived.

After landing, he walked straight to the smithy. The moment he pushed open the door and entered, he "saw" Old