Hua Rong panicked and ran under a tree, holding her chest with her hand.

  Her heart was racing, she nervously looked back for half a day to confirm that the man had not followed her before squatting down and quickly taking out the assassin's waistband and her mother's waistband from her bundle and carefully comparing them.

  She didn't know why she had to do this either, but when she saw the belt, she got an idea: the identities of these assassins must be related to the death of her parents.

  Especially after comparison, except for the difference in embroidery patterns, the fabric, cutting size and width are all exactly the same, which further solidified her judgment.

  Why do these assassins have the same belt as my relatives?

  Why did they and my dad, as well as other relatives of mine, die in exactly the same way?

  Is there... some kind of relationship between them?

  Why is it that mothers' waistbands and their own waistbands are different in color?

  Hua Rou was perplexed and thinking, while Mu Junwu also pondered as he glanced back and forth at the assassin's corpse and the pillar.

  These people have tattoos, they shouldn't be sent by that person... But what's their background? Why did they attack me?

  The pillar had many wounds on his body, but none of them were fatal, nor was there any sign of excessive blood loss. The two assassins also didn't suffer any fatal injuries, yet they were both dead! Their bodies had already stiffened, clearly they had been killed last night. This is a remote mountain, if there's a second wave of assassins, I should be surrounded by now...

  Admiring you, I suddenly remembered that last night when he woke up in a daze, he didn't see Hua Rou. At that time, he was relieved that she had left and that he hadn't become a burden to her family, but now...

  Could it be her?

  She wasn't here last night, just moved the body a moment ago, and now she's pretending to be scared... Who is she? What kind of person is she?

  He furrowed his brow in contemplation, but suddenly there was a snapping sound of dry twigs behind him. He turned around vigilantly with a stern look in his eyes and saw Hua Rou walking slowly towards him, her head hung low.

  "What are we going to do now? Are...are we going to bury them?" Hua Rou said with her head down, looking anxious and timid, her voice soft and faint.

  Admiring you, I looked at her and bit my lip: "I need them for me, to make another sacrifice."

  Hua Rou looked up in confusion: "Huh?"

  The man walked over to one side and picked up the scattered beehives, then he went over, hoisted Da Chuan's body onto his back, and headed towards the mountain top.

  Hua Rou instinctively chased after him, but she took two steps and couldn't help but turn her head to look at Zhu's corpse. Then she didn't chase after Mu Junwu, instead walking towards Zhu.

  ……

  Admiring you, I carried the river on my back to the edge of the cliff. He squeezed out the honey from the beehive and applied it to the river's face and hands.

  Then he tightly hugged Okawa's body.

  "Taichou, you protected me for 15 years and died for my sake. Not only can I not give you a grand funeral, but I also have to use your body to cover my tracks. Today, I swear an oath with you, ZhuZhu and FeiYun to become sworn brothers. If we are lucky enough to survive this life, I will definitely enshrine your spirit tablet."

  After finishing speaking, he reached into Dahe's arms and pulled out a porcelain bottle filled with medicine, tucked it into his own bosom, took a deep breath, pushed Dahe off the cliff, and hastily turned back.

  All along the way, his mood was very heavy, and he kept thinking, how far did he have to retreat in order to gain peace?

  When he finally walked back into the forest, he heard a faint whispering sound.

  He unconsciously lightened his footsteps and stepped closer to the sound step by step.

  "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened either, but you and my family's... are exactly the same, I know there must be a connection, it's just that I really can't figure it out..."

  Hua Rou squatted beside the corpse by the pillar, gently wiping away the bloodstains on his face and body.

  "I won't forget that you saved me, don't worry, as my repayment, I will definitely take good care of your master..." Hua Rou said, getting up and turning her head to see Mu Junwu standing beside her.

  She felt a pang of guilt and her body tensed up, she didn't know how much he had heard, and she was afraid that if he knew what had happened to her that day, he would treat her like the villagers in the village did, as some kind of monster.

  "You..."

  The man had just opened his mouth when she hastily interrupted him: "I'm thanking him for saving my life."

  Hua Rou finished speaking and immediately retreated to one side, afraid he would ask her further questions.

  But she thought too much, Mu Junwu seemed to be a man of few words, he not only didn't ask any questions, but also silently picked up the pillar and continued walking towards the mountain top.

  Hua Rou saw the situation and quickly followed behind with her things.

  The road was silent, with no conversation, only an oppressively difficult journey.

  Hua Rou had wanted to say something several times, but she didn't know what to say. She could only follow the figure in front of her, feeling the pain of a loved one leaving. The current chapter you are reading is "Tangmen Duozong" Chapter 15: Lost Faith, which is only half a chapter. To read the full version, please search for it on Baidu: () and then search again for "Tangmen Duozong".

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