Chapter 153: Unveiled

Shen Yu was stunned when he saw this.

A few days ago, he came here and saw an unknown corpse buried under the mound. Now the mound is short and even the soil has been turned over again, and the corpse has disappeared.

Who could have quietly carried the body away in Kunning Palace under the surveillance of dozens of guards and palace maids?

Shen Yu continued to dig into the soil. The newly piled soil was fresh and had no smell of decay. But the deeper he went, the darker and drier the soil became, and the smell of the decayed corpse buried inside gradually became apparent.

Shen Yu looked around. The surroundings were lush with vegetation and overlapping shadows in the woods. There was a thin layer of pebbles at the entrance to the backyard. Shen Yu remembered that there was a dark red cobble on it that had come loose, but it was still there, unchanged.

Shen Yu frowned slowly...Or maybe the body was not taken away, but hidden somewhere else?

The whole process of dragging a corpse away from Kunning Palace in front of everyone was too risky. The corpse also had a strong odor and was more likely to be discovered by others during the departure.

The body might still be in the backyard.

It was just moved to a different place.

Shen Yu was lost in thought. He had unknowingly dug a deeper hole in the soil below. His arm encountered resistance, and he lowered his eyes to look down, only to see a small piece of blue rag sticking out of the black soil.

The rag was covered in dirt, with black and red colors fixed on it, covering up even the most obvious blue pattern.

Shen Yu pulled the rag out with force and looked at the blue cloth. It looked like it was torn from someone's sleeve. The pattern on the cuff was still there, and circles of auspicious cloud totems were sewn with fine thread.

"We, the disciples of Chengyuan Mountain, have been blessed by the gods. When you go this time, I will ask the wind to see you off. Remember... don't forget your roots."

Shen Yu felt a sharp pain in his head for a moment. He didn't know where the voice came from. He frowned and suppressed all his aggrieved emotions.

I am a disciple of Yuanshan...

Shen Yu stuffed the rag into his pocket. After restoring the mound to its original shape, he stood up and slowly scanned the area around the mound.

The soil on the mound had been turned over and replaced with new soil, and the body was no longer there. But there were traces left around the mound. Shen Yu walked a few steps inside and saw a small pile of brown soil in the bushes next to it.

These pieces of soil appear in a hidden place approximately every four or five meters. Shen Yu walked forward along these tiny traces and gradually went deeper into the forest.

The giant pythons and scorpions smelled Shen Yu's scent and fled into the bushes nearby. Shen Yu looked around and saw an old abandoned well at the end of the forest.

There is a pile of black soil to the north of the abandoned well. The closer you get to that place, the more obvious the stench becomes.

Shen Yu came to the well, he looked down and saw the turbid black water in the abandoned well. It was unknown how long this well had been abandoned, the stone bricks at the well mouth were full of cracks, some corners were even broken, and most of the gaps had fallen off.

Shen Yu saw his own reflection on the surface of the black water. He continued to look down and suddenly heard the sound of wind behind him.

The person who approached quietly from behind suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Shen Yu's back. Shen Yu had already noticed it, he quickly dodged to the side and stretched out his hand to catch the dagger stabbed by the person.

"...Sapphire?"

Qingyu had a layer of gauze on her face. When she saw that Shen Yu recognized her, a cold light flashed in her eyes and she stabbed Shen Yu again.

Shen Yu's skill was still higher than Qingyu's, so he did not retreat, but leaned sideways with the cover of the tree behind him. Qingyu's knife missed and she wanted to continue, but Shen Yu grabbed her neck, bent his arm, and pressed her against the tree branch with one hand.

"Qingyu, did you kill that man?" Shen Yu asked.

The white veil on Qingyu's face had already fallen off. Her cheeks were hurt by the rough surface of the tree branches. Hearing this, she sneered, "Cuihua, you are not someone sent by His Majesty, are you? You don't know our rules, and now you don't even know how to bury a body? Who are you!"

Shen Yu frowned: "Bury the body?"

"Yes...burying corpses." The sarcasm on Qingyu's lips became stronger. She seemed to have guessed something and said, "Didn't we bury all the dead people from Chengyuan Mountain? Cuihua, you are also from Chengyuan Mountain, so the Queen Mother is willing to get close to you and let you stay by his side instead of me!"

"I'm really not the mountain you said I was." Shen Yu held her neck tightly. He heard the hatred in Qingyu's tone and raised his eyebrows. "You want me dead, not because of my identity, right?"

Qingyu's face was pale, her body was stiff and she didn't say a word.

"Because of why? I took your place and stayed in the inner hall in your place?" Shen Yu thought for a while, then continued in silence, "Or is it because of... the Empress?"

"This has nothing to do with you!" Qingyu struggled to resist. Her eyes flickered and she trembled as she said, "I feel sorry for him..."

Shen Yu's eyes dimmed, and he used force in his palms to mercilessly press her against the tree trunk.

"That's a bit dirty, don't let me hear it." Shen Yu held her chin. He felt gloomy for no reason. He knocked Qingyu unconscious and threw her to the ground.

Wen Yu was imprisoned in Kunning Palace. Whenever the Emperor of Yue needed him, he would "voluntarily" cut his wrist and donate blood to survive. Qingyu saw all of this. She volunteered to be the spy of the Emperor of Yue and voluntarily handed Li Yongquan a knife... I guess she also played a big role in it.

Does she pity him?

Why should she pity him?

His suffering comes from everyone around him.

No one... is qualified to pity him.

Shen Yu frowned and wiped his palms. He picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and walked back towards the wasteland.

The corpses of the disciples on Chengyuan Mountain... Shen Yu felt that the name Chengyuan Mountain sounded familiar. He approached the well and unconsciously grasped the rag in his sleeve.

“Shua——”

Another empty sound was heard, and Shen Yu reacted quickly. He grabbed the bottle of medicine used to expel the poison and threw it behind him.

The sword blade pierced through the medicine bottle, and fine white powder scattered in the air. A strange smell swept up, stimulating people to the point of dizziness.

Shen Yu had already held his breath. He took advantage of the moment when the man behind him paused to turn around and thrust the dagger directly into the man's chest through the layer of white powder. The dagger hit the target in just the right place, and the entire front end of the dagger didn't even enter his heart.

The secret guard wearing a pure black mask stopped abruptly. Even though he was injured like this, he still had no intention of letting go and held Shen Yu's wrist tightly with both hands.

Shen Yu was forced to take two steps back. He stepped on the gravel at the well mouth and kicked the secret guard aside with his leg.

The secret guards trained by the Emperor of Yue have reached the level of death warriors. They obey orders to carry out strangulation and will not give up until the person dies.