Then, he saw Zhao Ci crouched on a tree trunk, a savage expression on his face.
The man's face went pale with terror, and he subconsciously moved to swing his sword.
But before his hand could even move...
...he felt a spear pierce through his throat.
THUD!
The body plummeted from the trunk and hit the ground hard.
Zhao Ci wiped the blood from his face and quickly moved to a new position, waiting for his next hunt.
One after another.
In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Zhao Ci had taken over a dozen lives. Without exception, all of them were people infected by the One-Day Flower-Blooming Gu. This made him increasingly certain that this was an ambush set up specifically to kill him.
Gradually, however, his reaping slowed.
His enemies had figured out his tactics. They were no longer just casting a wide net to find his position; instead, they were forming groups of three to five and slowly closing in on his territory to hunt him down.
