"Senior Brother Zhang, a hand?"
Bai Yuan bent down, preparing to lift Liu Jiuyan's headless corpse.
He was a man who abided by martial ethics—if he killed someone, he buried them too.
Zhang Yang grinned widely, strode forward to help Bai Yuan lift the body, and didn't forget to pick up the head that had rolled to the side.
This junior brother he had helped train was right up his alley.
When Jianghu People made a mistake, they should just stick their necks out to be cut. Eighteen years later, they'd be a hero again. Why all the fuss?
Ma Dingjun and Cheng Li watched the two with strange expressions.
They only remembered that their junior brother had been a Hunter before. They hadn't expected him to be so proficient at moving corpses. He was truly fierce.
