I Can Devour Spirits

Duan Rong stood at a certain spot on the edge of the dense forest, looking at the headless corpse on the ground, his eyes narrowed.

It was Tao Rong’s corpse, with no more blood flowing from the severed head, evidently dead for a while now.

Duan Rong stood there, surveying the surroundings, and suddenly leapt in form, twisting along the edge of the dense forest in a certain direction.

As Duan Rong turned past the dense forest, he saw a broken temple not far away. Just as he was about to go over and inspect it, he suddenly saw a silhouette walking out from the temple entrance.

Duan Rong felt a surge of joy. Who else could it be but Lv Qingzhu?

”Miss! Miss!”

Duan Rong instantly sprinted wildly, unable to even control his form, his feet pounding the ground, causing it to tremble chaotically.

Lv Qingzhu’s face was somewhat pale and her expression sombre. Suddenly she saw Duan Rong, covered in blood, rushing toward her.

The two met several yards in front of the broken temple.

”Miss, are you injured?” Duan Rong repeatedly checked Lv Qingzhu.

Lv Qingzhu’s face turned pale and she said, ”No injuries.”

”Miss, you scared me to death!” Duan Rong said, ”I asked so many people, and they all said they hadn’t seen you. I was worried to death.”

As Duan Rong spoke, he began to cry.

Although he seemed calm, his heart had long been overwhelmed by anxiety and worry, nearly collapsing. At this moment, seeing Lv Qingzhu was like a rebirth.

Lv Qingzhu looked at Duan Rong, gave a wry smile and said, ”Duan Rong, why is your face smeared with so much blood?”

Duan Rong responded, ”I killed quite a few people. Those people were so irritating!”

When Duan Rong recalled the beggars and dwarfs, he felt a fierce urge, wishing he could kill them again.

Lv Qingzhu said, ”Crouch down, let me wipe it off for you.”

Upon hearing this, Duan Rong obediently crouched in front of Lv Qingzhu. Lv Qingzhu took a handkerchief and gently wiped off the dried blood and flesh from Duan Rong’s face.

While Lv Qingzhu was wiping, she suddenly noticed Duan Rong standing at the temple entrance, looking at her and Duan Rong.

Lv Qingzhu’s expression remained unchanged, carefully continuing to wipe the blood off Duan Rong’s face.

”Miss, is it done?”

”Just a bit left.” Lv Qingzhu wiped away the bloodstain at Duan Rong’s mouth corner and said, ”Done.”

Lv Qingzhu tossed the bloodied handkerchief on the ground.

Duan Rong stood up, and Lv Qingzhu said, ”Let’s go.”

Duan Rong was about to leave, but suddenly saw Duan Rong standing at the temple entrance, looking a bit distracted.

Duan Rong’s eyes showed a hint of doubt, his Miss had just come out of that broken temple too.

Walking beside Lv Qingzhu, Duan Rong suddenly asked, ”Miss, you and [...] both came out of the broken temple. Is there something in there?”

Lv Qingzhu’s face immediately turned dark upon hearing this, she turned to Duan Rong, angrily saying, ”Don’t ever mention that person again! If you do, I’ll rip your mouth apart!”

Duan Rong was startled by Lv Qingzhu’s sudden fierceness. Lv Qingzhu had never been this harsh to him before.

After speaking, Lv Qingzhu walked ahead independently.

Although Duan Rong was hurt by the unwarranted scolding and felt a bit aggrieved, he immediately followed.

Duan Rong stood at the temple entrance, watching Lv Qingzhu’s silhouette disappear at the turn of the dense forest.

Lv Qingzhu walked for a long time, then Duan Rong suddenly saw a certain spot in the grassy area a few yards away. He slowly walked over, picked up the bloodied handkerchief from there.

Duan Rong unfolded the handkerchief and placed it in his hand. Although it was bloodied, one corner still faintly showed an intricately embroidered cold plum on a steep cliff.

On the official road, Fan Yuanhai’s expression showed some despondency. He never thought he would lose a hand one day.

Though he could get a prosthetic and wear gloves to conceal it, having one less hand...

Fan Yuanhai breathed heavily for a while to steady himself before looking toward the iron fan in his hand. The iron fan was wrapped with a soft sword, but the sword handle originally of the soft sword was now attached to a thin copper plate.

He bit the fan handle with his mouth and removed the soft sword with his single hand, tossing it aside, then folded the iron fan and hung it back at his waist.

He sighed, tore off a corner of his shirt hem, intending to bandage his severed arm, but with only one hand, it was a cumbersome task.

Despite great effort, he merely managed to wrap it haphazardly.

Fan Yuanhai walked to the roadside and picked up his severed hand.

Looking at his severed hand, the hand that had accompanied him for over twenty years, it felt so familiar.

He gave a wry smile, and with a strong throw, cast the severed hand into the dense forest not far away.

Fan Yuanhai watched the spot where his severed hand vanished, his eyes flickering, muttering, ”Mother and Child Soft Swords, dressed in Inner Armor, who exactly are you?”

Fan Yuanhai turned to look ahead on the official road.

At this point, the thick black smoke from the explosion several yards away had dissipated.

The eight craters from the explosion were very striking. Pieces from the destroyed carriage were scattered across the ground.

Fan Yuanhai gazed into the distance, seeing at that end of the explosion site, three figures surrounding two blood-red shadows in combat...

Even though he was far away, Fan Yuanhai could vaguely see Zhu Qunxiang among them.

Though Fan Yuanhai had lost a hand, he was still a Martial Artist in the True Qi Realm Second Level. Despite the bitter fighting and considerable depletion, his dantian’s True Qi had not yet run dry.

He still had fighting power!

But he did not intend to help Zhu Qunxiang and the others.

Duan Rong was covered in blood, clearly having killed many. The people who ambushed them should have been swept away by Duan Rong.

This means the danger in this place had basically been neutralized.

Zhu Qunxiang and the others, encircling those two blood shadows, corely proved this, at least it’s an advantage.

Since the danger has been largely eliminated, Fan Yuanhai immediately shifted back to his original mission.

What was he rushing here on horseback for? Surely it was for Duan Rong.

So, where is Duan Rong now? Dead or alive?

Fan Yuanhai certainly didn’t wish for Duan Rong to be dead, as capturing someone alive would complete the chain of evidence.

Fan Yuanhai stood beside the official road, eyeing the dense forest on either side, pondering whether to wait here or to enter the forest to search for Duan Rong.

Just then, Lv Qingzhu and Duan Rong emerged from the edge of the dense forest, heading toward the official road.

Fan Yuanhai smiled faintly, stepped up quickly to greet them, saying, ”Miss Qingzhu, Duan Rong is so formidable, I knew you’d be alright.”

Lv Qingzhu, hearing Fan Yuanhai’s slick talk, had no intention of interacting with him.

However, Fan Yuanhai suddenly asked seriously, ”Miss Qingzhu, Duan Rong! Have you seen Duan Rong?”

Lv Qingzhu’s face remained icy, but upon hearing Duan Rong’s name, her eyes noticeably flickered, her lips trembled, she coldly said, ”No.”

Even though Duan Rong had just seen Duan Rong, since Miss said she hadn’t, she naturally kept silent.

After speaking, Lv Qingzhu walked past Fan Yuanhai, heading straight to the official road.

Fan Yuanhai watched Lv Qingzhu’s back, his eyes narrowing, when Lv Qingzhu had said no, her eyes subtly flashed, her lips quivered.

At her side, Duan Rong also had a look of wanting to speak but refraining, giving me a peculiar glance while departing.

Fan Yuanhai’s suspicion grew, turning his gaze toward the dense forest from which Lv Qingzhu and Duan Rong emerged.

Lv Qingzhu and Duan Rong were both pure-minded, not yet within the seasoned realm of Jianghu, speaking falsehoods, some subtle gestures, hard to avoid someone like Fan Yuanhai, a rogue reared in Jianghu’s marketplace since childhood.

Fan Yuanhai’s gaze flickered as he quickly made his way toward the edge of the dense forest, turning past it, he immediately saw a silhouette standing several yards outside the temple entrance, holding a handkerchief aloft, intently studying the cloth.

Fan Yuanhai’s heart surged with joy.

That person was indeed Duan Rong.