The knife was fast,
but Zhou Li was faster.
Watching his own right hand gripped tightly, the young man's eyes instantly filled with shock and panic, and he subconsciously tried to twist his wrist, attempting to break free from Zhou Li's hold.
Thud!
Zhu Qianyun sheathed her long sword, eyeing the young man she had knocked unconscious with a backhand strike, and with a furrowed brow, she spoke, "Brother Zhou, something is not right."
"Hmm."
Waving away a helpless Zhou Ji, Zhou Li turned his head to look at the young man lying motionless on the ground, as well as the short knife that had fallen at his side, and slowly said, "He was overly vigilant, not at all like what you'd expect from an ordinary farmer."
"Not only that."
Zhu Qianyun, sitting on her horse, looked at the still-silent village and said in a deep voice, "With such a commotion, yet not a single person has appeared, this village must have undergone something."
"I have cast a divination."
