Phew.
The Holy Sword emitted a soft sound of wind, the sound of blood splattering from the neck, as lonely as the sound of the wind.
Cha Shiyin, who witnessed everything beside, did not show any surprise. In the long years, he had seen too many illogical mutations. The unknown truths in history are often more absurd than the plots of novels, wilder than unofficial history. Whether Qin Leyin self-slain or Qin Leyin killed Ming Shuiyun, it would only make him sigh, how these young people truly know how to play.
Moreover, he could see that Qin Leyin was not dead at all. There was no trace of pain on Qin Leyin's face, not even a disruption in breathing, the former due to his cold-blooded constitution, and the latter...
"Is it the undead state of the Book of the Dead...wait, not just undead!"
Cha Shiyin noticed that 'Qin Leyin' suddenly looked at him, then at 'Ming Shuiyun', his expression changed from confusion to panic, from panic to sadness, with a deep plea in his eyes.
