Liu Yi was dead, and the surroundings were a complete mess.
Li Mu quickly arranged his features, but found only a small amount of silver notes on him. He could not help frowning. Why was this bastard so poor?
He had colluded with the Azure Dragon Gang and plundered the common people's hard-earned wealth. Where had all the money gone?
Looking at Zhao Meng again, his injuries were severe and he had already fallen unconscious, but they were not fatal.
Zhao Tuo, Guan Gu, Jiao Yang, and the others were much the same.
Li Mu let out a breath of relief.
"Brother Mu, leave them to me." Chunxue had witnessed everything just now and had been shocked by Li Mu's astonishing sword strike, but she was very clever and hurried forward to help deal with the aftermath.
In the night, the other household servants were finally alerted and arrived one after another to lend aid.
Zhao Meng and the others were carried away, where they could receive proper treatment.
"Sorry for the trouble." Li Mu nodded to Chunxue, then leaped up with his sword in hand and pursued Chen Chong in the direction he had fled.
That Meteor Thief had severely injured so many of his brothers, and the little monk Hui Zhen's life or death was still unknown because of him. This grudge had to be settled.
His right eyelid had twitched several times just now. Unease welled in his heart; he felt Chen Chong was not so simple.
His heart sank as he hurried after the scent of blood.
Outside Hidden Sword Manor.
Within the dense forest.
A tall figure tore through the night, sprinting at breakneck speed as though a savage beast were pursuing him.
Chen Chong was grievously wounded, leaving a trail of blood behind