On a night of pitch-black moon and howling wind, it's a heaven-made for murder and arson.
Tonight, there may be no arson, but quite a number of people have already died.
Inside the main house of Tihu Village, several bodies now lay sprawled across the ground.
Aside from the Sect Leader Chang Shixin of the Divine Leg Sect, who was initially torn in two by the bearers, there were even more dead from the lineage of Wangxuan Mountain.
A sugar-roasted chestnut was embedded in the brow of Grandma Fei Yan.
It had penetrated deep into her brain, and she died with lingering grievances.
Old Ghost, who was accompanied by Ghost Crow, was now decapitated, and the Ghost Crow had also stopped moving entirely in a pool of blood.
At this very moment, the sound of the wind was howling through the hall.
A pallid-faced bearer, his face full of smiles, was showcasing his movement technique, flying through the hall while dodging a longsword that was only three inches from him.
