Blood spurted out of Yin Zhan's heart like an arrow as he fell on his knees, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth.
"Master!"
The four guardians of the Promise Sect shouted in unison, and hurriedly stepped forward to check Yin Zhan's injury.
Meng Yuan held the blood-stained long sword, frowned, and asked in confusion, "You did this on purpose? Why are you begging for death?"
Yin Zhan's mouth was full of blood, and he grinned, looking very coquettish. "Meng Yuan, I knew this day would come. But if I, Yin Zhan, are going to die, I can only die at your hands."
"Why?" Meng Yuan pondered for a moment, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and asked sharply: "Seven years ago, how much did you know about the Guinu River, outside Jingzhou City?"
"Haha..." Yin Zhan looked up to the sky and laughed. "Meng Yuan, I didn't expect it. For the past seven years, the Kinugawa Massacre that you have been investigating is me."
