Off With His Head

It was around noon when the guards had finally arrived in the vicinity. Some entered the inn, disguising as rogue cultivators, or some other disguise, while the rest were hidden.

Song Jia went out of the inn to stretch her limbs, meeting Wan Yan who stood guard just outside.

"Master.."

She nodded.

"Any movements?"

He shook his head. "It's been quiet."

'Too quiet..'

She couldn't help but remember the words of the innkeeper. The killings didn't seem to be the work of a beast. The method was gruesome.

'Is it a serial killer? A psychopath? Or a devilry cultivator?'

She wondered how powerful the culprit was. It was said that so many have fallen victim already, earning the attention of the cultivators even in this part of the kingdom.