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In the dead of night, the sound of horses hooves breaking through the thick night sky.

The dim moonlight shuttled back and forth between the mottled gaps in the clouds.

On the one hundred and eight stone steps outside the Cyan Plum Guild, there was not a single guard. There was only a single orange lantern, each ten steps long, slightly swaying in the wind.

The riddles of overlapping lights swayed, casting ghostly, smiling shadows on the uneven stone steps.

Feng Ningyan and Li Pei walked to the foot of the stairs and looked up. The door of the manor was wide open. This flight of stone steps was still considered bright, but the inside of the manor was pitch black.

Li Pei couldn't help but say, "Young Marshal, this Manor isn't right …"

Feng Ning Yan dismounted and slowly wrapped the reins around her waist. She stared at the empty entrance of the manor and warned, "Be careful."

After saying that, she lowered her head. Using the light from the lantern not far away, she discovered traces of hooves in front of her.

The piles of dirt were lifted up by the horses' hooves. The shape of the hooves was similar to that of the Southern Ning Army's horses. However, these traces suddenly disappeared at the bottom of the stairs.

This meant that Yue Qing had come before, but how did the horseshoe seal come to a stop here?

Feng Ning Yan squatted down and carefully looked at the steps on the ground floor. She found that there were only human footprints, not horse hooves.

If Yue Qing did not go in here, he would have definitely turned around and left. However, the horseshoe seal did not continue in any direction.

If Yue Qing entered the village, even if he didn't ride a horse, he would send the horse to a safe and secluded place.

No matter how he looked at it, it was strange.

Feng Ningyan said in a low voice, "Brother Li, send out a signal for our men to come out."

She had ordered Li Pei and Liao Guang Wen to send their brothers from the Crimson Flame Battalion to keep an eye on them, so she had to ask the members of the Crimson Flame Battalion about what had happened after Yue Qing arrived at the Cyan Plum Manor.

Li Pei nodded his head and hurriedly took out an arrow from his sleeve. He blew on the fire piston and shot the arrow into the air.

The fiery light flashed for a moment, and then the ashes fell, but the surroundings were still deathly silent.

None of the brothers of the Crimson Flame Battalion that had been sent to the camp appeared. Not a single one.

A sense of ominous foreboding rose up in Feng Ning Yan's heart. She took off her treasure sword from the saddle and stepped onto the stairs.

Li Pei hastily followed her up.

The hundred stone steps were clean and tidy, as if they had just been swept clean. Not even a single leaf could be found.

Even when they arrived at the Manor entrance, there was no servant that guarded the entrance.

Li Pei became increasingly flustered. He hurriedly raised his hand to block Feng Ningyan who was about to enter, "Young Marshal, let your subordinate go in and take a look."

However, Feng Ningyan said, "Immediately send a distress signal to Brother Liao, tell him to send troops over immediately. We'll go in together. I do not believe that Yue Qing will be able to turn this place into a mountain of blades and a sea of fire once he arrives at the Green Plum Guild! "

Li Pei could feel Feng Ningyan's confidence, so he laughed out loud and said, "Blade Mountain Flame Sea Guild, we, the Crimson Flame Battalion, will make it through this as well!"

The two of them walked into the manor side by side.

This Green Plum Villa was originally a farm, but it was affiliated with the mulberry forests and tens of thousands of acres of land. In order to raise silkworms and weave silk, Murong Yi had purchased this remote manor.

The manor was not big, and there were rows and rows of silkworm houses on both sides of the road after entering the sect. It was now winter, and it was already empty.

But in the middle of the night, the paths that couldn't be lit in the middle of the silkworm house were filled with a ghastly air, and the objects that littered the walls were more like human figures.

The two of them carefully proceeded forward. Feng Ning Yan, however, felt that there was a trace of a bloody scent drifting over from the gentle breeze.

Walking past rows and rows of silkworm houses, Li Pei suddenly shouted.

"Young Marshal!" Look! There's someone here! "

As he spoke, he prepared to run over.

Feng Ning Yan looked over. She saw a person holding his chest as he leaned against the wall of a silkworm house. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was open. It was as if he was in pain from not being able to breathe.

"Don't move!" Feng Ning Yan hastily shouted to stop Li Pei as she slowly walked over with her sword out of her hand.

With a flash of sword light, the man's bun on his head fell to the ground with a "whoosh". The man's head also tilted to the left and rolled over half a circle with a layer of skin hanging on his chest.

Feng Ning Yan's eyes turned cold as she looked around vigilantly.

"Die …" "Dead?" Li Pei was startled and subconsciously gripped the hilt of his saber tightly.

This person had opened his eyes and mouth, looking so sad that his face was twisted. Li Pei took a glance at him and thought he was injured, so he couldn't move.

Therefore, he did not notice that there was a strange wound on the right side of the dead man's neck.

At that moment, Feng Ning Yan smelt the thick smell of blood.

Although the Infatuation Gu had been dispelled, her perception of the smell of blood was still sharper than a normal person's.

The stench of blood was still fresh, without any signs of decay. This meant that this person had just died.

She squatted down and looked at the man's broken neck. She found that his neck had been broken into two halves. However, the wound on his neck had been torn in a jagged manner.

She had seen this kind of wound before on a person who had been bitten by a wild beast.

She stood up and said indifferently, "That's right, something has happened to the manor."

The man's death was so horrifying that even a man like Li Pei could not bear to watch it any longer.

At this moment, Feng Ning Yan suddenly frowned and gritted her teeth.

Li Pei felt chills down his spine as he followed her gaze.

Not far away, a corpse was nestled under a tree. That person's back was against his thigh and the back of his head was between his knees. He was like a doll that had its waist snapped off.

The man's clothes were the same as those of Li Pei's former subordinates.

"Young Marshal, what exactly is going on …" Li Pei was a coarse and hasty person. He thought to himself that if only Liao Guangwen was here, then it would be great. His thoughts were quite meticulous, and he would always be able to take care of Feng Ning Yan.

Feng Ning Yan pressed her lips together and slowly walked forward.

Walking past the last row of silkworm houses was the terrace in front of the main hall.

The crescent moon was like a blade. At this moment, it split apart the clouds, illuminating the land with its pale white glow.

The narrow path suddenly became clear in front of Feng Ningyan and Li Pei.

But in front of his eyes, it was a scene of utter devastation!

On the platform, corpses were strewn all over the azure stone railing. Everyone's face was filled with fear, their eyes bulging out. Facing the moonlight, it was as if they were only left with the whites of their eyes, extremely terrifying.

Some of them were the original workers and servants of the Green Plum Guild. They could not resist and died from having their necks, waists, and limbs broken in one move.

The other portion of the armor was torn to shreds, and pieces of the armor were scattered on the ground, glowing with a blood-red light.

"Who — who killed them!"

Feng Ning Yan's eyes suddenly turned red. The veins on her forehead popped out as she screamed towards the sky and charged forward.

Her cries echoed around the hellish platform.

She flew up, even the surrounding trees and grass rustled from her clothes …

Li Pei sucked in a breath of cold air, following closely behind Feng Ning Yan as they rushed up the platform. Looking around, those armored soldiers were the soldiers of the Crimson Flame Battalion that he had sent to monitor Yue Qing.

"Yue Qing!" Feng Ningyan looked at her brothers as she cut down a bluestone pillar. "Come out right now!"