He crushed the remaining people huddled behind rocks and trees to death one by one. In the pitch-black, rainy night, they could not see their own hands before their faces. The mountains were steep and the paths slippery; mortals had no hope of escape. Strangely enough, once everyone involved in breaking the dragon vein had been executed, the torrential rain gradually subsided, and the wind tore apart the thick rain clouds. Silence returned to the mountains, leaving only faint starlight reflected in the water pooled on the wet rocks.
Jin Si turned over and searched each corpse with his claws.
There was no money or anything valuable, only a few magical artifacts and weapons, along with some coarse-grain cakes and dried meat in the sodden bundles.
Most of the magical artifacts bore identifying marks and could easily be recognized, while the swords and other weapons were inconvenient to carry.
He simply ignored them all.
He ambled over to an iron nail and lowered his head to inspect it. The nail had been driven deep into the rock, with several tools scattered beside it.
After studying it for a long time, he found, unsurprisingly, that he understood none of it.
Xiao Yu folded her wings and landed lightly, tilting her head to look as well. Red Clothes stepped out of a passage that split open out of thin air, planted herself with her arms crossed, and gave Jin Si a fierce glare. Jin Si looked at Xiao Yu and asked,
"They broke the dragon vein. Will pulling out the nails fix it...?"
Xiao Yu blinked, clearly unable to give him an answer either.
His vertical pupils turned toward Red Clothes.
Red Clothes stood with her arms crossed, still angry about the thunderstorm, resentment radiating from her entire body. Seeing Jin Si