The air was fresh and pleasant, and those mountains...wait, why do these mountains look familiar?
Gu Youyou always had a good memory, that collapsed valley ahead, wasn’t it the ancient tomb where Jin Ziyuan used to live?
It turned out there were more than one ancient tomb here, there was another situated directly opposite.
No wonder they looked so similar, it seemed that making these two tombs look the same was done intentionally.
Since the tomb was here, then... if one continues walking south, would the end of the continuous mountain range be Lotus Village?
Gu Youyou felt delighted at the thought of Lotus Village.
It had been a long time since she had returned to Lotus Village, and since she had the chance...no, she couldn’t.
Upon thinking this, Gu Youyou immediately negated the idea.
She couldn’t return to Lotus Village now. The old pervert knew she was born in Lotus Village, and if she brought the medicine people there, wouldn’t that be bringing trouble to the villagers?
She should run in the opposite direction.
They had come from the east, so they should run north.
Seeing Gu Youyou’s changing expression, Searcy couldn’t help but ask, "Which way should we go exactly?"
Gu Youyou pointed in a direction and said, "North, this way."
Yu Jizi led Jin Ziyuan up the mountain, moving into the burial chamber.
He opened the burial chamber’s mechanism, and there were no living persons inside. His two disciples were lying inside beside one of the chamber doors, with blood spread all over, that had dried up and turned dark red.
It seemed they had been dead for several days.
The disciple beside him was startled and quickly crouched to look at the two fellow disciples.
After a while, he stood up and said to Yu Jizi, "Master, both senior brothers were stabbed through the throat with a sword and died. The swordplay was clean and precise, it seems they were killed by a master swordsman."
Yu Jizi’s normally compassionate face transformed completely into a ferocious expression, scaring his disciple into retreating several steps.
"Master!" The young disciple called out softly.
The sight of Master being so angry was truly terrifying, yet understandable, seeing the tragic death of his fellow disciples.
Yu Jizi’s expression gradually calmed down, and after looking at the long-dead bodies, he said, "Being directly stabbed in the throat after being drugged obviously results in accuracy, useless things, dying by their own swords."
The young disciple opened his mouth, didn’t dare to speak again, and just lowered his head and stepped aside.
Jin Ziyuan stood behind Yu Jizi like a piece of wood, his gaze blank, without any expression.
Yu Jizi looked at the stone door, his eyes deepened. A moment later, he lifted his palm and fiercely chopped at the door, which shatteringly collapsed into a pile of rubble.
The young disciple fanned the dust with his hand and followed Yu Jizi into the side chamber.
Inside the side chamber were two more people, one peacefully sleeping on a bed, the other lying face down by the doorway, eyes wide open and face twisted into a fierce expression, seemingly having suffered great pain before death.
"Master, it’s Senior Brother Zhuo."
The young disciple’s face went pale.
Senior Brother Zhuo was also dead, and judging by his appearance, he had died in his sleep.
"How could this be? Master, who killed them?"
Yu Jizi ignored him and turned to leave the burial chamber.
It appeared he had been mistaken. Gu Youyou was not an ordinary girl, he had misjudged her when she was a child. Had he known she would be so troublesome, he would have dealt with her the same way he dealt with Jin Ziyuan. There was also another woman, a descendant of the Ghost Doctor, such dangerous individuals should not have been allowed to live.
But no matter, no one could escape.
However they had run, he would make sure they obediently returned.
That woman was somewhat strange, initially, he wanted to spare her life, but it seemed even that was a misfortune.