A Man Who Deserved to Die

Xie Xie's voice rang with unmistakable urgency.

When Li Qingyue heard Xie Xie say they had killed someone, his brows drew together.

None of those three seemed like the sort to go looking for trouble.

The only one who might cause trouble was Na'er.

And Na'er only struck ruthlessly when something involved him.

Ordinarily, she acted as though nothing much mattered.

So when Xie Xie said the three of them had killed someone, Li Qingyue's first reaction was disbelief.

But on second thought, he asked no questions.

He gave Leng Xiaoyue a look, and the two headed straight for the nearby snack street.

By then, the entrance to the clay-pot restaurant was surrounded by layer upon layer of onlookers.

Many whispered among themselves or pointed at the scene.

A burly man in his early thirties lay on the ground.

Blood had soaked the tattoos on his body until they were impossible to make out.

A wound the size of a bowl gaped in his chest. He was dead beyond any doubt.

Off to one side stood two males and two females.

One was a middle-aged man, his face full of horror as he stared at the scene.

He wore an oddly cute cow costume.

On a young person, the outfit might have looked rather adorable.

But on a middle-aged man, it was merely unsettling and ridiculous.

Standing on the other side were Xie Xie, Na'er, and Gu Yue.

Blood still dripped softly from the Silver Dragon Spear in Na'er's hand.

A divine weapon did not hold blood, so it soon slid clean off the spear.

The surrounding crowd watched the three youths warily.

"My heavens, how old can these kids be? They killed someone?"

"Are children this crazy now? Just because they've got talent for Soul Power, they dare to