But soon, Young Master Qianmian realized that he had wrongly blamed the Master of Zixiao Pavilion, and he felt ashamed.
Because he heard a very slight sound of wind blowing on his clothes. If he hadn't improved his skills, he wouldn't have heard it at all. He would have thought it was the sound of the night wind blowing leaves.
There was only the sound of clothes blowing, but no footsteps. This was enough to show that the person coming here had extremely high qinggong, almost to the point where he could step on the snow without leaving a trace or falling leaves without making a sound. At the very least, he was not inferior to himself.
"Master, the large fireworks exploded from this direction just now, but I didn't hear anyone over there, let alone breathing. Why don't you, master, wait here and let me go over there?" Find out."
In the quiet night, a man's voice suddenly penetrated into the ears of Young Master Qianmian.
The voice sounded familiar, and he was startled for a moment before he remembered that the person speaking was none other than Zhui Feng, the most trusted secret guard around Chu Mochuan, who was known as the best in the world in tracking skills!
It seems that the master Zhui Feng calls must be Chu Mochuan!
Young Master Qianmian couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Chu Mochuan, ah Chu Mochuan, you are finally here! It's a pity that you came too late, too late! The person you are longing for has not only completely forgotten about you, but has also been taken away by your enemy!
It is very likely that you will never see her again in this life! Even if you see her, she will never be yours again!
A sense of revenge arose in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on the direction where the sound came from. He suddenly wanted to see Mo Chuan and see what this aloof and arrogant emperor looked like now.
"No, I'll go and see with you."
Sure enough, Mo Chuan's voice rang out, but the voice was no longer as clear and sweet as before. Instead, it became low and hoarse, and the Thousand-faced Young Master almost didn't hear it.
He suddenly felt Zixiao Pavilion Master's hand holding his mouth tremble slightly, but he didn't pay attention.
After a while, two figures flew out of the night and landed silently. If it weren't for the hazy moonlight shining through the branches, it would be almost impossible to see that there were two more people there.
"Ah! Dead people! They are all dead!"
Zhui Feng saw the corpses all over the ground at a glance, and couldn't help but scream in shock.
Mo Chuan didn't speak, but his eyes quickly glanced around.
The Thousand-faced Young Master only saw a pair of extremely sharp eyes looking in his direction. His heart froze and he held his breath without taking a breath.
At the same time, the pleasure of revenge in his heart began to grow exponentially.
Mo Chuan's eyes fell on the corpses of the black-armored soldiers, and his eyes suddenly froze, and his expression became surprisingly solemn.
"These people are all South Vietnamese soldiers. It's strange that this place is far away from the battlefield. How come there are South Vietnamese soldiers here? How come they all died here?" He frowned, puzzled.
Zhui Feng was also confused. He couldn't even understand things that his master couldn't understand.
"Could it be that they were all killed because they discovered the whereabouts of the Zixiao Pavilion killer? However, South Vietnam has clearly withdrawn its troops, so why did they come to a place thousands of miles away from Yuezhou?" Mo Chuan said to himself He said to himself, frowning even more tightly.
"Zhui Feng, go check around and see if there are any other movements around you. Are there any South Vietnamese soldiers hiding in the dark?" he ordered.