"How is that possible! Could you have remembered the wrong place?"
Yun Chan's beautiful eyes widened, feeling as bewildered as Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng squatted down and examined the marks on the ground. He found dried blood on the leaves and soil, and said gravely, "This is where I threw down Lai Zhongyao's corpse. The withered grass around is the proof, and I am sure he is dead, no way he could be alive."
At that time, that knife had taken all his strength when he threw it, slit his throat, so much blood had flowed, even the Daluo Immortals couldn't have saved him.
"You mean someone else appeared and took him away?"
Yun Chan furrowed her brow, full of confusion.
"But aside from Hidden Cloud Village, there's no way outsiders would come to this deep mountain, and even if someone did, why take away Lai Zhongyao's corpse?"
Yang Cheng remained silent and didn't answer, contemplating these questions in his heart.
