But the truth is quite different. Judging from the marks and distribution of the wounds, each one seemed meticulously designed. The person was clearly torturing Dark Moon on purpose.
The methods were extremely cruel. They attacked Dark Moon's vital parts time and time again, but cleverly avoided the fatal points, as if they were enjoying the process of torture.
Only at the very end, when Dark Moon was on its last breath, did it strike its vital spot.
Qin Qianlu thought that such a method of attack must be driven by deep hatred, otherwise, it would not be so cruel.
However, none of them had any clue about this mysterious silver-masked man, not even a single lead.
This puzzled Qin Qianluo, and the mystery in her heart grew bigger and bigger, like a heavy stone, so heavy that she could hardly breathe.
The carved wooden door turned slowly, making a soft creaking sound. Yao Guang carried a teacup steadily in both hands and walked into the room with light steps.
The rising steam, carrying the aroma of tea, permeated the cool air.
But when she looked up and saw Qin Qianluo's furrowed brows, her heart clenched instantly, and her originally gentle gaze was now filled with worry.
She moved quietly, each step as if afraid of disturbing the heavy atmosphere in the room, and silently approached the table.
Then, she bent down and carefully placed the teacup on the table. The teacup touched the table and made a very soft "thud".
After setting out the tea, Yao Guang's gaze inadvertently fell on the piece of paper of unknown material in Qin Qianluo's hand. The clear image on it made her pause in surprise.
She had never seen such clear images before, which aroused her curiosity.
With this curiosity, Yao Guang leaned down slightly and looked closely at the person above.
In the photo, the silver mask exudes a cold luster, as if you can feel the chill even through the paper.
As she watched, her gaze gradually became focused and deep, her pupils slightly contracted, and it was as if a lightning bolt had flashed through her mind, stirring up ripples of memories.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, lost in deep thought, her mind rapidly flipping through past memories.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and a blurry figure gradually became clear from the depths of her memory.
The person who followed Master a few days ago seemed to be wearing a mask like this.
Although the material of the mask in front of me is different from what I remember, the intricate patterns on it are extremely similar, with winding lines that seem to have come from the same place.
Thinking of this, Yao Guang hesitated for a moment, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes. She was afraid that she had remembered it wrong, and she was also worried that it would delay the investigation of the truth.
But after hesitating for a moment, she mustered her courage and said in a soft, gentle voice, "Master, I think I have seen a similar mask before."
Upon hearing Yao Guang's words, Qin Qianluo's eyes, which had been slightly lowered, instantly lifted, and her delicate eyebrows rose high, resembling a sharp crescent moon in the night sky.
Her gaze, like a sharp searchlight, instantly focused directly on Yao Guang, her eyes filled with inquiry and searching.
Yao Guang felt Qin Qianluo's ardent and expectant gaze, and subconsciously bowed slightly, folding her hands in front of her, her expression becoming increasingly serious.
His voice was unconsciously lowered, revealing a hint of caution: "Master, do you still remember that day outside the farm, when I fought with a mysterious person whose figure was hidden in the darkness?"
The scene was chaotic, with flashing swords and clashing fists and feet. The disciple didn't even have time to carefully examine the man's appearance.
In the midst of the fierce fight, the disciple's gaze accidentally fell upon the mask worn by the mysterious man.
The patterns on that mask were extremely unique, intricate and beautiful, winding and complex, not much different from the patterns on the mask in the photograph, only the material was slightly different.
Qin Qianluo's gaze slowly fell, settling on the photograph in her hand, the silver mask gleaming coldly in the dim light.
The eerie patterns on the mask seemed to transform into pairs of prying eyes, sending chills down her spine. She instinctively gripped the photo tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Her brows furrowed into a deep frown, and her index finger unconsciously tapped lightly on the table, making a dull "tap-tap" sound. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess.
My brain raced, trying to piece together a coherent narrative from the complex clues.
After a long silence, she spoke slowly, her voice low and tinged with uncertainty: "Could it be that they came for me? Sister Dark Moon... did she suffer this undeserved calamity for me?"
His words were full of self-blame and guilt, and his brows furrowed even deeper.
Yao Guang closed her eyes slightly, and the scene of her fight with the mysterious man replayed in her mind like a projector, every move was incredibly clear.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a moment she slowly opened her eyes, a hint of confidence and determination flashing in them.
Looking at Qin Qianluo, he said in a calm and firm tone, "Master, I have carefully recalled the situation at that time."
That person's martial arts skills are indeed quite high. His moves are ruthless and unpredictable, with each strike aimed directly at vital points. However, rest assured, in terms of true skill, that person is no match for my disciple.
If she dares to show up again, I will make sure she doesn't leave alive.
Qin Qianluo raised her eyes, her gaze as gentle as water as she looked at Yaoguang, and the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, revealing a soothing smile.
That smile, like the warm spring sun, dispelled the somber atmosphere in the dimly lit room.
She raised her hand, gently smoothed the stray hairs at her temples, composed herself, and then slowly spoke, her voice soft yet clear and strong: "Xuan Ying."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure flashed out from the shadows like a ghost. Xuan Ying knelt on one knee, his movements swift and decisive, and bowed his head to await orders.
He was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with a lithe and agile figure. A sharp dagger was worn at his waist, gleaming coldly in the dim light.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com