Chapter 1085: Meddling (13)

Just beyond that hillside, there was originally a thicket that few people ever visited. If you went through the bushes, you'd reach a river.

But just now, they had heard the sounds of swords clashing from this direction, along with a faint scent of blood.

Indeed, as the two people crossed over the hillside, they saw by the riverbank there were indeed several people fighting—more precisely, seven or eight black-clad men attacking two others. The two were hardly recognizable, their clothes drenched in blood, but they were still desperately defending themselves. During the fight, one of them got slashed again, and the other hastily supported him...

Yang Ruxin glanced around. They had eaten dinner early, but it was already dusk, shrouded in twilight. Fortunately, the moonlight was good, and both of them had strong night vision, so they could see clearly.

"Those black-clad men are death warriors," Gu Qingheng's face appeared quite solemn.