Puff! Puff puff puff!

Screams filled the air!

More than ten more assassins in black inexplicably clutched their throats or chests, convulsed, and collapsed to the ground, dying in the same way—a tiny bloody hole in their vital areas!

Bizarre! Precise! Deadly!

This method of killing, which was completely beyond common sense, instantly shattered the attackers' psychological defenses!

"A ghost! There's a ghost!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The remaining assassins were terrified and no longer cared about their mission. Like hornets whose nest had been disturbed, they turned and fled in panic, not even caring about the corpses of their companions, only wanting to escape this death valley that was like a ghostly abyss!

The few surviving constables were also terrified, their hands trembling as they gripped their knives, looking around at the dark forest with suspicion and uncertainty.

Inside the canyon, only prison vans, corpses strewn everywhere, a strong stench of blood, and a deathly silence filled the air.

Li Ru slowly unfurled his curled-up body, leaning against the wooden bars of the prison cart, breathing heavily. He stared intently at an inconspicuous shadow above the cliff, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

He knew it wasn't a ghost.

He's His Majesty's man!

Sure enough, a moment later, a tall, slender figure emerged from the shadows.

This man was about thirty years old, with an ordinary face that would be easily lost in a crowd. He wore a faded blue cloth robe, looking like a down-on-his-luck scholar.

Only his eyes, like two bottomless ancient wells, were calm and still, revealing a detached indifference to the ways of the world and an unfathomable wisdom.

He didn't even glance at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, nor did he seem to care about the terrified constables, and walked straight to the prison cart.

His gaze fell on Li Ru, sizing him up and down, before he slowly spoke:

"I am Jia Xu, Jia Wenhe, and I greet Brother Li!"