Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Underground Cemetery

Mu Yu had no idea who he saw. Judging from his clothing, he was a disciple of Wind Snatching Sect. His neck was dyed red. His chest was too much of a mess to make heads and tails. His heart was missing. He ticked every box Xiaohu and Tu Panshan’s corpses did!

Mu Yu covered his nose when he saw several rodents come out from the corpse’s chest. One of them ran to Mu Yu’s feet. He had to force himself to calm down; cultivators weren’t invulnerable to rodents all of a sudden. He touched his head that was still hurting after he hit the ceiling.

The victim had to have been dead for, at least, a month. His corpse had started to decay. The rodents had devoured his organs already.Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)

“Those who died on the surface had a proper burial, while you’re here all alone. I’m sorry for you.”

Mu Yu turned at the next light and saw another corpse. It belonged to Junior Brother Lin, who had a go at a grey-rank disciple last night. He died the same death as his predecessor. Mu Yu was sure the next corpse he’d find would be Fang Chang’s.

Mu Yu found over a dozen more corpses over the next two hours. All of them died the same deaths. He had no clue which courtyard he was under at that point. He still hadn’t found any clues to identify the culprit. It soon occurred to him he wasn’t going to find anything but corpses at the going rate.

Green Pine Sect’s disciples were the worst offenders of grey-rank-disciples’ abuse as they felt a need to impose their superiority. Even so, Mu Yu didn’t agree with killing them if it was just over a few insults.

As he turned out of Green Pine Sect’s courtyard, Mu Yu sensed a strong breath around the corner. That was a close call. It wasn’t a rodent for sure; perhaps it was a fiend. He thought it resembled mumbling. His heart palpitations intensified. He dimmed his sword’s glow and cautiously crept over to the corner, voice stifled. The panting came closer and closer. It resembled someone with a case of asthma. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone was diagnosed with asthma if they resided down there. He held his breath and contemplated his next move.

Mu Yu stepped out from behind the corner, sword drawn and ready to spill blood, but there was nobody in sight. When he stepped into the passageway, the breathing was gone. The claw marks were still visible, and it was still moist inside. Eventually, he spotted blood that hadn’t condensed.

Mu Yu crouched down to inspect the black blood and found it warm to the touch It was impossible to identify the sect from the torn and soiled clothing.

Mu Yu could only hear his breathing. It sounded heavier than before. Something was odd, still. His breathing cadence was somehow divided in two.

Wait, I’m hearing two different breaths!

Mu Yu felt a cold breeze on the nape of his neck. The one panting was right behind him!