While falling, he was caught right in the hands of two people.
One grabbed half of the hair and turned to leave.
The silent night was grave, leaving only a headless corpse on the scene, a heart-stopping sight!
And just moments after they left, a figure silently appeared in front of Wang Dingsheng’s body.
First, he looked at the headless corpse, then at the direction where the two White Robed Swordsmen had gone, and couldn’t help but grimace:
"What kind of people are these..."
This person was none other than Xu Lu.
Today, on his way to the inn, he was enjoying himself until he heard Su Mo ask him to secretly follow Wang Dingsheng.
Wang Dingsheng was sent flying with a kick by Zhen Xiaoxiao, but as he was seriously injured, he wasn’t hard to locate.
Xu Lu soon found him and watched from the shadows.
His vigil lasted until this moment.
He thought it would be uneventful, but little did he expect such a troublesome turn of events.
"Leaving the corpse here, wouldn’t it cause trouble if someone recognized it and thought the Chief of the Escorts Su was responsible?
"But I still need to follow those two, to see what Mystical thing they are up to... With a corpse in tow, after all...
His mind raced, but he had to make a decision quickly, or else those two would get too far away to follow.
If he annoyed Su, the Chief of the Escorts later and didn’t get the Antidote, wouldn’t that be a torturous death?
Without further thought, he scooped up Wang Dingsheng’s body, which was still bleeding profusely from the neck, leaped up, and followed the tracks of the two men under the cover of night.
Eventually, the blood will stop flowing; he would just throw it away in a secluded place afterwards.
If he remembers after his business is done, he’ll come back to dig a hole and bury it.
If he forgets... then it will be left to the wild dogs roaming the woods.
Although cruel, isn’t this just the norm in Jianghu?
To his surprise, as he gave chase, Xu Lu found that the two diminutive swordsmen possessed exceptional Qinggong skills.
Even burdened with a corpse, Xu Lu had no problem tracking them.
But if you consider Qinggong alone, it’s hard to know by how much they surpass the average Jianghu member.
Not to mention the Swordsmanship displayed by those two when they killed Wang Dingsheng.
Efficient and utterly ruthless.
Their high-level Qinggong and Swordsmanship forced Xu Lu to remind himself.
Although his Qinggong was unparalleled, he had no prowess whatsoever in terms of offensive capabilities.
Boasting to Hu Sandao was one thing, but he knew only too well why he could slap Wang Dingsheng.
If he could find a clue by following these two, he must surely tell the Chief of the Escorts.
But if he couldn’t and got noticed by them...
Then, like putting oil on the soles of the feet, he would turn and run.
He couldn’t rashly play the hero.
That wouldn’t be heroic; that’d be a death wish.
Xu Lu was always someone who knew his limits and would never recklessly do something beyond his capabilities.
Even his initiative to play with Wang Dingsheng today was because he couldn’t stand his hurtful words.
It was all because he exploited Qinggong for a bit of fun.
When Wang Dingsheng wanted to fight him in an epic battle, he hadn’t thought twice about backing out.
If it weren’t for Su Mo’s secret transmission, there wouldn’t have been the spectacle of Jing Hong Feixue and the fierce strike even in broad daylight.
While a myriad of thoughts cluttered his mind, the three of them had long since left Jinyang City.
But after passing through a thicket, the two White Robed Swordsmen, for some reason, changed their direction.
Xu Lu could only continue to follow... and then he found out they had returned to Jinyang City.
Xu Lu almost cursed out loud in exasperation. Was this some game of leading him on a wild chase?
For a moment, he was suspicious and uncertain. Had they discovered his pursuit?
Is that why they took such a long detour?
But he quickly realized he was overthinking it.
The reason these two took this roundabout route was just a precaution.
If anyone was following them, the average person might not keep up with their Qinggong; if they did enter the thicket, they may hesitate for fear of hidden dangers and not dare to proceed.
Even if they did enter, they might be detected.
After these layers of security, they dared to ensure no one was following them.
And so they returned to Jinyang City.
In the parts of Jinyang City not covered by the streetlights, two White Robed Swordsmen leaped down, with Xu Lu following more cautiously, forgetting that he was still holding a headless corpse in his arms.
The scene was rather absurd and eerie.
Finally, the two White Robed Swordsmen stopped in front of a courtyard.
The courtyard was not small, with elegant arrangements, clearly not just anyone’s residence.
The two White Robed Swordsmen leaped over the wall, entering the courtyard.
Initially, Xu Lu thought that the people they were meeting would be hidden within this courtyard.
But soon he discovered that was not the case.
Though they were extremely familiar with the layout inside, they were sneaky and clearly didn’t want to be noticed.
In just a moment, the two reached a bedroom door.
With a light touch on the window, followed by a push, it opened.
The two leaped in, landing softly and silently.
They each carried a severed head, one to the left, one to the right, and approached the bed.
On the bed lay a middle-aged couple, fast asleep. The White Robed Swordsmen exchanged a look, then took the head and used its hair to scratch the man’s face.
The itchiness, even in sleep, would cause restlessness.
The middle-aged man swiped twice at his face and suddenly started:
In the midst of speaking, he opened his eyes wide.
He didn’t see the two White Robed Swordsmen, but instead, a blood-drenched severed head!!