Tang Ya watched the disappearing man in black, not daring to make a move. Taking action before understanding the situation could very well put her in danger.
She dared not linger, and instantly disappeared from the rooftop, rushing towards the wooden house.
In a few quick movements, Tang Ya arrived at the front of the courtyard.
At that moment, a person was standing at the entrance of the courtyard.
By the dim light, Tang Ya saw that the person standing there was Jiang Nannan.
" Nannan, what are you doing here? Do you know what I found?" Tang Ya immediately walked over and said.
However, Jiang Nannan did not answer her, but stared at the scene in the courtyard, frozen in place.
Tang Ya waved her hand in front of her eyes, asking in confusion, " Nannan? What's wrong?"
Following Jiang Nannan's gaze, Tang Ya then discovered that the courtyard was in complete disarray, especially since a section of the wall on one side had collapsed, bloodstains were everywhere, and all traces of anyone inside the wooden house had vanished.
"Lord Shadow, where did you go?" Tang Ya asked.
Jiang Nannan shook her head. When she returned, the place had already become like this, and she didn't know where Huo Yuhao had gone.
"Let's go in and take a look, and share all the information," Jiang Nannan said calmly.
With that, the two went into the wooden house.
The broken wooden door and the torn windows both testify to the tragedy that occurred at the time.
Jiang Nannan squatted down, her fingertips touching the blood on the ground. As she sniffed, she smelled a familiar scent.
"This is the blood of Lord Shadow," Jiang Nannan said, then added, "There's also the aura of Evil Soul Master in the surrounding area."
Tang Ya searched all the rooms and found that in addition to the two sisters and Huo Yuhao being missing, the Snow Flame Tiger, which weighed over a hundred pounds, was also gone.
"It seems these Evil Soul Master took the two sisters and the Snow Flame Tiger away, intending to use them for cultivation. As for Lord Shadow, he probably discovered this long ago and deliberately let them take him along as well," Tang Ya analyzed, resting her chin on her hand.
Jiang Nannan nodded in agreement. Perhaps Huo Yuhao already knew about the situation here before he even arrived in this town.
"It seems we need to go to the Evil Soul Master ' stronghold. Let's go, 'Xi,' let's check out their so-called basement first; the answer is probably there." Jiang Nannan stood up and erased their traces.
Tang Ya nodded, and the two of them vanished into the shadows, heading towards the tavern.
Meanwhile, in the darkness below, countless broken stone pillars lay scattered all around, covered in a thick layer of dust. As the wooden cart rolled, the dust was gradually being removed.
Skinny Monkey was pulling a wooden cart, closely following behind the big man and his henchmen.
After walking for a while, the big man and his companions suddenly stopped. A figure appeared in front of them—the man in black from the tavern.
The burly man respectfully cupped his hands and said, " Worshipper Duan, I've brought the items. Is this enough for you?"
"Um."
Worshipper Duan nodded and walked to the wooden cart.
The Skinny Monkey, hunched over, hurriedly moved to the side, fearing that this Worshipper Duan would target him and make him its prey.
Worshipper Duan out and lifted the burlap covering the wooden cart. The two sisters, Shu Lingyu and Shu Lingxue, were already unconscious; only their faint breathing proved that they were still alive.
Below the two sisters was Huo Yuhao, who had already stopped breathing. There was no trace of Soul Power on him, and he looked like an ordinary person.
At the end of the wooden cart was a hundred pounds of Snow Flame Tiger flesh and blood, imbued with pure Soul Power, looking delicious and juicy.
Worshipper Duan satisfaction, then tossed Huo Yuhao, who was at the very bottom, aside with dissatisfaction, and asked, "How long has this person been dead?"
The burly man quickly explained, "It's been about half an hour. This kid was courting death, and I couldn't control my strength."
Worshipper Duan Gongfeng raised his head, and a pair of eagle eyes beneath his huge black hat stared intently at the burly man, flashing red light, causing the man's muscular body to tremble violently.
The burly man's eyes darted around in panic, his hands trembling slightly as he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect. "Lord Duan... Worshipper Duan, perhaps I should go out and bring one back, or..."
The burly man didn't speak, but his gaze shifted to the Skinny Monkey hiding to the side, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
Skinny Monkey was startled by his gaze. "Boss... Boss, you... you... you..." Before he could finish speaking, he couldn't hold back any longer and scrambled towards the exit behind him.
"Snort!"
Worshipper Duan Gongfeng snorted coldly, suddenly stretched out his right hand, and a bloody hand suddenly appeared on his right hand. In mid-air, it transformed into a strange giant hand, which instantly arrived directly on the Skinny Monkey's head and then slammed down hard.
"Ah!"
With a scream, the Skinny Monkey was instantly smashed into a bloody mist by the giant bloody palm.
Worshipper Duan slowly removed his hood, revealing a young face that seemed incongruous with his aged hands. However, a hideous wound ran down his forehead to the corner of his mouth, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
His chest quickly rose and then expanded, and with a sudden inhale, the distant blood mist was immediately drawn in, turning into a stream of blood that was completely sucked away.
Worshipper Duan a satisfied burp, patted his belly, and then pulled his hood back up.
"Alright, take this corpse with you, it's your reward." Worshipper Duan Gongfeng waved his hand and casually kicked Huo Yuhao's 'corpse' in front of the big man.
"Thank you, sir." The burly man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly expressed his gratitude.
Worshipper Duan satisfaction, and his Soul Power guided the wooden cart directly away from there.
The immense pressure suddenly dissipated, and the heavy weight in the hearts of the big man and the others was finally lifted. Looking at Huo Yuhao's corpse on the ground, they also showed disgust.
They had no interest in such a bloody meal given that the corpse was not fresh and its Soul Power had dissipated.
"Big brother, what do we do now?" one of the underlings asked.
The burly man glanced at the somewhat stiff corpse, waved his hand, and said, "Throw him some distance away, let's go."
Immediately, the henchman threw Huo Yuhao into a corner, and the dust he stirred up instantly buried Huo Yuhao.
Seeing this, the burly man turned and left with his henchmen.
Huo Yuhao lay on the ground, his originally cold body gradually warming up. He moved his hands slightly, grabbing handfuls of dust.
One after another, purple Soul Power threads sprouted from his body. The threads seemed to have their own consciousness, constantly passing through the wound on Huo Yuhao's back and rapidly stitching it up.
Before long, the flesh and blood from the wound that had spread from the shoulder to the lower back began to heal together with the help of the blood, and it quickly recovered completely without leaving a trace.
Thump... thump... thump...
A deep, muffled heartbeat began to resound within Huo Yuhao's chest.
Suddenly, his dark purple eyes snapped open!
The man in the blood-red shirt slowly stood up, one hand on his hip, staring at the group of people in the distance, a smirk playing on his lips.