The Jiangshi always followed him while staying hidden and watching from the shadows.
The men preparing the cannons felt them too late.
One slowly turned.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THO…"
SHHK!
A claw passed through his neck.
His head separated instantly.
Another Jiangshi blurred forward.
Blood sprayed.
A second head flew.
The third tried to activate the cannon.
The final Jiangshi appeared behind him.
Its claws pierced through his skull.
Silence fell.
The three corpses collapsed.
The Thunderclap Cannons remained unfinished.
The entire estate froze.
Everyone stared at the shadowy creatures.
Fear spread visibly.
Even seasoned cultivators stepped back.
Madam Cold Fang looked at the Jiangshi with narrowed eyes.
"What exactly are those?"
Han Yu calmly answered.
"My guards."
The three Jiangshi stood amidst the corpses.
Blood dripped from their claws.
Then as if receiving an unseen order, they stepped backward and merged into shadows once more.
Gone.
