The eyes of the four tragically slain disciples were fixed on the doorway. The moment the several duty disciples who had just entered the room saw those eight dead-fish eyes, their hairs stood on end, and a chill rose from the depths of their hearts!
The duty disciples were frightened, but duty demanded they not slack off. They first surveyed the entire room and found nothing unusual, then walked over to the disciple nearest the door. After a brief examination, they frowned slightly, for there was not a single wound anywhere on his body.
"How is it?" Just then, a deep, resonant voice sounded. "Have you found any clues?"
"Captain Zhong Yu!" Relief appeared on the duty disciple's face. He hurriedly turned around and bowed. A middle-aged cultivator of around forty, with thick brows and large eyes, strode steadily into the room. His cultivation was around the eleventh layer of Qi Cultivation.
"Mm." Zhong Yu raised a hand, signaling the duty disciples who had bowed to rise, then asked, "Anything unusual?"
"No." The duty disciple shook his head slightly. "This subordinate made a rough examination. They may have died of poisoning, but... no wounds were found. This subordinate cannot determine it."
"Was there any disturbance tonight?"
"No. Just like before, there wasn't the slightest movement!"
Hearing this, Zhong Yu's brow furrowed even more deeply. He had served as captain of the Zhongling Mountain Villa duty guards for decades, yet this was the first time he had encountered something so bizarre. It was also the first time so many low-level disciples had died at once.
"Have the coroner come and examine them carefully!" Zhong Yu turned and ordered.
One of the duty disciples hurried away. Zhong Yu looked around the room again and asked, "Tell me the exact circumstances!"
"Yes, Captain."