Murder?

In the dark of night, the faint sounds of footsteps echoed in the desolate alley.

A man dressed in a cultivator's robes was walking on the path. His face was flushed red and the stench of wine could be smelled coming from his clothes. It was evident that the man was drunk, yet his steps were firm and did not look like they belonged to a drunk person.

This showed that the man was a cultivator and had not lost all inhibitions. The drunk man suddenly stopped as he heard something from the side.

"Who's there!" The man called out but received no answer.

Thinking that it must have been some random noise or a stray animal, he forgot about it and continued on his way. 

But then suddenly…

~Shing~

~Slick~

~Splatter~