Murder by an Evil Cultivator!
The downpour was relentless. Chen Che, holding his Celestial Secret Umbrella, trudged through the mud with Hu Yao after receiving the news. When they arrived, six or seven disciples were already at the scene. Farther off, he could spot Lu Yi's figure surveying the area.
It made sense.
Jinyun Valley was stationed here, so it was their natural responsibility to maintain peace in the area—a duty they could not shirk.
"Tributor Chen!"
The disciple standing guard saw Chen Che and immediately let him through.
Chen Che strode to the front of the dilapidated temple.
He looked up and saw more than a dozen corpses lying in the mud. It was impossible to know how they had died.
But now, their condition was horrifying. Their faces were frozen in terror, their limbs were twisted, and all of them had been reduced to desiccated husks.
