"Why...?" was the last word Gang Fung uttered before he succumbed to death's grasp. His neck bled as his body twitched uncontrollably. Gang Fung's brothers, the other guards had already died at my hands. He was the last to be killed.
Blood was spilled on the floor of the once auspicious hall. Five men, first from the main entrance upto the largest dining table, lay dead at various spots; their eyes betraying only two things - hatred and confusion.
I swung my twin swords at the cold air and the blood smeared on it made red blotches on the cropses' clothes. Of course, my swords weren't cleaned with just that one move but they did become less bloody.
I sheathed the swords behind my back and picked up the large bags from the floor. Some of the delicate items had been damaged while fighting but most were safe. I had looted the treasury clean of anything that might help me in cultivation. That meant all top quality pills, herbs, weapons and money that they had.
