"Everyone, stay close to me." Wu Zhengwu drew his knife, a broad-back hunting knife exuding a dark gleam, clearly no ordinary blade.
Having previously cleaved through an evil cultivator wearing a mask that even Yang Xiao's bullets failed to kill, Yang Xiao knew this knife was his Resentful Eye.
After walking for another 10 minutes, just as everyone began to grow restless, an anomaly appeared ahead. Wu Zhengwu made a hand signal. He slowly approached with his knife drawn, while Wu Zhe guarded the rear. It seemed that the agency had strict internal training; the cooperation among the three of them, including Beibei, was exceptionally tacit.
But as they drew closer, they were stunned. They saw a chopped up corpse on the ground covered by a tattered piece of clothing, and on the wall opposite, somebody had carved symbols of unclear meaning with a sharp tool.