The Sword God of the South

Sword Incision

Zhang Fei was still there. His pair of sharp and observant eyes often looked at the mysterious writing.

From the first waking to the present, he kept thinking about who wrote it. Unfortunately, none of the answers he got.

In his mind, there were only a few people who most likely wrote those words. They were the Four Elders of the martial World, the Head of the martial World and also his own grandfather, Zhang Liong.

But was it really written by one of them?

He can't be sure. Because it's all just a guess.

Some time later, when the sun had already started to rise, Zhang Fei suddenly stood up and immediately left from there. He paid no heed to the dozens of human corpses that were strewn about.

Zhang Fei chose to continue walking down the Five Fingers Mountain. Along the way, it was undeniable that he had always thought about Yao Mei's fate.

How's the girl doing? Is he still alive? Or is he dead?

Often his pair of eyes stared at the place around. It was as if he was hoping to meet Yao Mei again. Whether it was alive or dead, as long as it could be reunited, it felt much better than not meeting at all.

Unfortunately, hope is only hope. From the start he was still at the top, to the moment he was already under the foot of the mountain, he had never found any signs of Yao Mei's existence.

At such a moment, his mind suddenly floated back. The shadows of Yu Yuan and Yin Yin suddenly flashed. Now he remembered the two girls.

Where are they at the moment? Are the two still living in good condition? Or were they also victims in the mass murder of the warriors some time ago?

Zhang Fei suddenly stopped his steps. He began to remember the incident when he was with Yao Mei and the Shadowless God Arak buried the bodies of the warriors.

If remembered further, it seems he did not manage to find the bodies of the two girls.

"Ah, they must still be living well. It's just my mind being too wild" he murmured trying to calm himself down.

After he started to feel calm, he resumed his steps. When the sun was already overhead, Zhang Fei almost arrived in the middle of the settlement.

He deliberately slowed his steps. For some reason, Zhang Fei felt lazy to use body lightening science.

Is it because his heart is sad?

I don't know. Because he himself cannot answer.

Slowly but surely, Zhang Fei had already arrived again on a fairly deserted path. According to what he knows, at the end of this path there is a village of residents.

'If it has arrived in a crowded place, I want to immediately find a food stall, ' his mind said as he continued his steps.

Yet just ten steps away, there was suddenly someone running quickly towards him. That guy's in a hurry. Zhang Fei did not know who this person was at first.

It was just that as the distance between them got closer, he began to be able to clearly see who that person was.

Yu Yuan's!

It turned out that person was Yu Yuan in existence!

The girl he had thought about a moment ago.

Now that he knew who had come, Zhang Fei stopped his footsteps.

"Miss Yuan, what's wrong? Why do you look like you're in such a hurry?" he asked as soon as Yu Yuan arrived in plain sight.

Yu Yuan said in a disjointed tone. The index finger goes back there. It looks like he's showing me somewhere.

At the time of speaking like that, Yu Yuan's face looked extremely deathly pale. Cold sweat had washed all over his body.

"Miss Yu, what do you mean? I ... I don't understand at all," Zhang Fei replied as he frowned.

Bruk!!!

Not the answer that was obtained, Yu Yuan actually collapsed. It was fortunate that at that moment Zhang Fei had moved so quickly snatching his body. So that the girl did not fall to the ground.

The young man was getting confused. But after feeling certain that everything was not as he saw it, then Zhang Fei decided to lap him. He brought Yu Yuan to the side of the road.

Yu Yuan was then laid right under a shady tree.

At that time the weather was very hot. The sun is shining. There was no cloud above. Fortunately, the heat can be slightly reduced because of the refreshing breeze.

Meanwhile, feeling that something was wrong, Zhang Fei checked the vein in Yu Yuan's hand. How shocked he was when he found that the veins were no longer throbbing.

Zhang Fei started to panic. His mind began to frown. He continued his examination. Now his finger is brought to his nose. But the result is still the same. From the nose there was no breathing.

"Miss Yuan ... Miss Yuan, are you kidding me? Please be serious. Let's get up,"

He started to shake Yu Yuan's body. Zhang Fei thought that the girl was joking. Moreover, warriors in the martial world, usually able to hold their breath and all the nerves in the body so that it looks like a dead person.

However, all these assumptions suddenly disappeared just like that when Zhang Fei also felt that Yu Yuan's body was getting cold. Cold as ice.

"Miss Yuan ..."

For the umpteenth time he did something similar. But Yu Yuan still did not give any reaction.

Exactly, Yu Yuan has died!

But why did he die? What cause?

Realizing the reality, Zhang Fei started to move quickly. Although he was in a state of sadness, but his short instincts did not disappear.

He went back to the examination a second time. Now what he's examining isn't just veins. Zhang Fei even turned over Yu Yuan's body.

At first glance, it seems like nothing strange. His body still looks fine. But when examined further, then Zhang Fei found the cause.

Right at the nape of Yu Yuan, he could find any scratches. The wound wasn't too long, but it was clearly deep enough that it hit his veins.

"This is a sword cut!" slowly muttered.

He looked closely at the mouth of the wound. Several times, the results remain the same. The wound was caused by a sword cut.

Who killed Yu Yuan? Why are the wounds so clean?

Zhang Fei's feelings returned uncharacteristically. But he tried to stay calm.

As a swordsman who wielded a sword, of course he could give a more appraisal of the events that befell Yu Yuan.

And according to his assumption, the girl must have been killed by a famous swordsman who had very high abilities.