Outside the Buddhist hall, someone was approaching quickly, and Li Changhe's gunshots had echoed throughout Rain Village. Everyone was alarmed.
A dozen young men and women had already surrounded the Buddhist hall, simultaneously, they smelled the strong scent of blood coming from inside.
In their uncertainty, they planned to forcefully enter the Buddhist hall.
"Master, are you okay?" someone shouted from outside the hall.
"I'm fine. Go help Lin Hu." A gentle voice murmured from inside, "Don't come near here."
The youth hesitated, but the Master's voice was heard once more. "Go quickly. Lin Hu and his group won't last much longer."
"Yes!"
The viscous blood at their feet slowly seeped into the ground, and the old monk silently stared at the body of the masked woman.
With a deep sigh, he sounded like a crow perched beside a grave.
"Why make an old monk break his word?" The monk stepped over the puddles of blood towards Li Changhe, his Six-Ring Cane touched the ground.
