"This is bad."
Chu Liang and Jiang Yuebai had been chasing along the trajectory of the famous Xue Yipin knife being blown off, keeping hot on its trail. Finally, they caught up with the knife in a secluded forest, but they were far from jubilant.
The good news was, they had found the knife.
The bad news was, there was a face underneath the knife...
A middle-aged man with skin as dark as ancient bronze was lying straight on the ground, with the famous Xue Yipin knife deeply embedded in his face, half of the blade buried within.
He was probably dead.
In the middle of nowhere, in the dead of night, to suddenly kill a living man was indeed quite misfortunate.
"Go through his belongings, see if we can find out where he lives, and send him home first," Chu Liang suggested.
Although there was no one around and they could just leave the body here, grab the knife and go without anyone knowing, this was clearly not something they were capable of doing.
