At the end of the mountain path, the stench of blood had yet to fade.
Red-Faced Ghost Zhou Hengshan stood beside Rubble Slope, looking down at the corpses on the ground with contempt written all over his face.
Half an hour earlier, these corpses had been his accomplices.
They had just robbed a carriage. They had thought it would be a small job, enough to treat themselves to a decent meal and steal a few dozen taels for drinks.
Instead, the carriage had been packed with several thousand taels of silver.
Faced with this sudden windfall, Zhou Hengshan naturally had no intention of sharing.
So, when the others let down their guard, Zhou Hengshan struck without warning.
His ghost-head saber cut down seven men in succession.
The carriage overturned, scattering silver across the ground.
Zhou Hengshan picked up a silver ingot and tossed it in his palm.
The silver landed with a weighty thud.
He grinned broadly. "Good. Wonderful!"
"All this silver is mine!"
"With this money, I might just be able to push for the peak of skin-tempering."
"Then who in Gaolin County or Baiyun County will be able to do a damn thing to me?"
The more he thought about it, the more delighted he became. He could not resist kicking the corpse of an accomplice beside him.
"Trash."
"You wanted a share of my silver?"
"You should've asked yourselves whether you'd live long enough to spend it."
A mountain breeze swept past, rustling the leaves.
Zhou Hengshan abruptly stopped laughing.
He frowned and jerked his head up.
At some point, a figure had appeared before Rubble Slope.
He wore a hood, his entire body hidden in shadow.
He simply watched Zhou Hengshan.
Like a god of death.
Zhou Hengshan's pupils contracted, and his hand instantly pressed against