In the blink of an eye, another five years had passed. Counting the year before Xiao Huohuo graduated from Nuoding Academy, when he first met Dormitory Seven F3, six years had gone by.
This was before an unnamed village.
A tall, burly man clad in a black robe slowly emerged from the village entrance. His ferocious face was shrouded in an almost visible murderous aura. He held nothing in his hands, only clenched fists, with faint traces of blood still visible on them.
That blood did not seem to have come from the man himself. Rather, it appeared to have been splattered from other people's corpses.
"Hey... Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?"
At that moment, a weak voice rang out behind the man.
The man turned around indifferently.
There stood a deacon dressed in the uniform of a Spirit Hall Branch staff member. He slowly climbed up from the ground. He did not appear to be injured, yet for some reason, he was utterly "powerless."
"You're such a powerful expert. Why did you kill these villagers? What grudge did they possibly have against you?!"
The Spirit Hall deacon said, on the verge of collapse.
Upon hearing this, the black-robed man's face remained stiff, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
Under normal circumstances, he would not explain himself to ants like these.
But considering that he was in a good mood today...
"Heh heh."
The man gave two low hums. His voice was distinctly heavy and unpleasant, as though he had not spoken in a long time.
Afterward, he let out a breath of stale air before slowly speaking in a somewhat hoarse voice.
"I don't know them."
"Then why did you do it?!"
The deacon roared furiously.
"Why..."
The man narrowed his eyes, and a strange blackish-purple gleam