There was a cold and ruthless air of slaughter!
Blood!
A swath of water plants dyed red with blood!
The body of a Shaolin monk had been eviscerated, a crescent spade with both ends curved together, obviously bent by a master's hand.
The main lodge of the Demon Cult Luzhou branch was right beside the Xiaoyao Ferry crossing.
It used to be a vast estate.
Compared to the run-down ferry, this central transit hub connecting the north and south of the Demon Cult appeared incredibly luxurious.
There was a lake in the garden, and islands on the lake, with pavilions on the islands.
However, with the Fei River flooding, a significant part of this vast estate was now floating on water.
The Shaolin monk must have died here; a few other bodies were around with no weapons in sight, possibly having drifted out from the main lodge.
Zhao Rong waded through the water, cautiously making his way toward the inner compartment.
