Wang Jingyuan and Liu Xiaochen made their way to the row of bodies laid on the grass, each covered with a white cloth. Liu Xiaochen lifted the cloth of the first body slightly. The militia's uniform came into view, so he let the cloth back down and moved on to the next body. They were looking for the masked men, so the bodies of the militiamen were of no interest.
However, the entire row of bodies was of the dead militiamen, with none of the masked men. Looking around, there did not seem to be other bodies nearby. Wang Jingyuan knew for a fact she had slew about four or five assassins last night with Feng Ming Sword. So where did they go?
She walked up to a militiaman who was looking through the grass nearby. "Excuse me, where are the bodies of the assassins?"
"What assassins?" he asked.
"The assassins who attacked Official Ma and I last night. They were men dressed in all black and had masks covering their faces."
