Could This Be the Legendary Ultimate Killer King?

The crocodile had death-rolled itself to death. Duan Yun twisted his neck and pulled off its head.

He still stood in the water, his hair somewhat disheveled, with a knife stuck in the crown of his head.

A pitch-black butcher's knife.

Duan Yun raised a hand and pulled it free, leaving his hair parted neatly down the middle.

The butcher's knife had been in the crocodile's mouth and had landed on his head just now.

In the murky water, he hadn't been able to see it clearly.

Duan Yun swept a hand out and hauled the crocodile's corpse above the surface with him.

On the lakeshore, Duan Yun picked up the butcher's knife.

Under the moonlight, the blade was black as ink, but a row of tiny characters was carved into it: "Green Daoist, western outskirts of the city."

Duan Yun searched the crocodile's corpse inside and out once more, but found no other clues.

That meant the clue was this butcher's knife.

Was he supposed to find a Daoist named Green in the western outskirts?

Was there a Daoist temple out there?

Duan Yun didn't know the area around Daming Lake well, so he could only head west.

By the time he reached the western outskirts, dawn was breaking.

At this hour, quite a few farmers were already working in the fields.

Duan Yun asked one farmer whether there was a Daoist temple nearby. The farmer shook his head.

If there wasn't even a temple, where was he supposed to find a Daoist?

Surely he wasn't meant to search for one in a sea of people again?

At the thought, Duan Yun felt an urge to give Shen Ying a good spanking once he found her.

All he could do was ask casually, "Is there a Green Daoist around