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"Rustling!"
A Black-Backed Mountain Wolf passed through the dense underbrush, lured by the scent of blood. It poked its head out then, with its back still arched, slid back into the undergrowth, tail tucked, fleeing in panic.
Several Crimson Crows that fed on corpses took flight in alarm, then fluttered back to perch on the branches, pecking at the fresh bloodstains with their sharp beaks.
Chen Yue dragged over two bodies, tossing them onto the ground, stacking them with the five others to form a small mountain of flesh. All seven were men, and aside from the one with the highest martial skill, all had been killed by a single sword strike.
Whether to the heart or throat, each had a slender, narrow blood hole, straight and smooth, without even a speck of bloodied flesh raised around it.
"They're all here. Judging by their attire and weapons, they seem to be disciples of the Qigugu Sect."