Rain in the Wu Mountains (1)

In the depths of the Wu Mountains, the silver moon hung in the sky like a hook.

In the rugged mountains and wilderness, two figures walked side by side up a mountainside and stopped in front of a cave with a collapsed entrance.

The deep mountains and ancient forests were desolate, but there were some battle scars on the ground. There were still many throwing knives and flying needles on the ground.

In front of the bushes not far away, there was a corpse hanging upside down. It had been exposed to the sun and heavy rain and had rotted. It was emitting a foul stench.

Cao Aning was wearing a bamboo hat, dressed like a person of Jianghu, and carrying a straight saber wrapped in black cloth on his back. He squatted in front of the bushes. After carefully examining the corpse for a long time, he said in a low voice, "If I'm not mistaken, Master Lu should have committed suicide."