In the dark forest.
Four corpses were scattered haphazardly, like discarded dolls.
Their faces twisted, frozen in expressions of terror before death.
The blood appeared a strange dark red in the sunlight, forming small streams on the ground that snaked away.
The air was thick with a stench of iron and decaying leaves.
A breeze occasionally wafted by, but failed to disperse the intense smell of blood.
The surviving three, including Lian Bing, locked their eyes on Shen Qing, filled with suspicion and doubt.
They looked as if they had seen an indescribable monster.
Lian Bing opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but found no words in the deathly silence of the forest.
He looked down at Shen Qing, letting the shock spread through his heart.
After a while, under the watchful gazes of the others, Shen Qing bent down and calmly rifled through the corpses, retrieving the silver and Qi Blood Pills, unperturbed, pocketing them.