Murong Qingyu finally reacted and quickly rushed out of the house: "Come on, take me to see it."
Murong Qingyu hardly noticed that after hearing the bad news about Yang Yi, his steps became staggered.
In the bedroom, Jing lay on a recliner, covered in blood, while a doctor examined and bandaged his injuries. The silver mask and the blood-soaked robes cast a strange and terrifying atmosphere over the room.
"Quiet!" Murong Qingyu's voice arrived before he even showed up.
Murong Yan and Murong Meng, who had been staying in the hall, were slightly stunned. After staying in the Marshal's Mansion for so long, this was the first time they saw the Grand Marshal so uncalm.
"My Lord..."
After hearing Murong Qingyu's voice, Jing tried to get up from the recliner, but heard the doctor's exclamation. The next moment, he was pushed back into the recliner.
"Just lie down and don't get up." Seeing this, Murong Qingyu immediately pressed Jing back.
Although he had many questions in his mind, Murong Qingyu still waited until the doctor had treated the countless wounds on Jing's body before he started asking questions.
"What exactly happened? Is that poisonous bat's martial arts skills really so high that he can defeat the two of you single-handedly?"
Jing shook her head: "Master, have you ever told anyone about Yang Yi and I going to assassinate the poisonous bat?"
Murong Qingyu frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Yang Yi and I went to lure the poisonous bat out, but Mo Yunfang seemed to have known about our actions and actually sent people to surround and suppress us.
Mo Yunfang was surrounded by numerous experts. I faced eight of her masters alone, while Yang Yi had to face the poisonous bat alone. Yang Yi was disabled, and while his poison skills were comparable to, or even better than, the bat's, his martial arts were no match for the bat's.
From my observation, I can see that Poison Bat's martial arts skills are almost the same as mine, or in other words, his martial arts skills are even better than mine.
At that time, I knew that Yang Yi had no hope of survival, so I stopped helping him. And he died tragically in front of me.
Murong Qingyu nodded. "You're right. In a situation like that, saving your life is the most important thing. You and Yang Yi are my indispensable right-hand men. If anything were to happen to you both, it would be like losing a wing!"
He sighed deeply and said, "You are seriously injured now. Rest well in the mansion for the next few days and don't worry about anything else."
"Thank you for your understanding, my Lord."
Jing thanked him and slowly closed his eyes. No one could see his expression under the silver mask.
Murong Qingyu walked out of the room with a grim expression. Before he had time to digest what Jing had just said, he saw the housekeeper rushing in.
"Master, outside... outside..." The butler didn't know whether he should say that Mr. Yang's body was outside. He was afraid that if he said something wrong, it would create a terrifying atmosphere and he would be punished!
Murong Qingyu's face darkened, and he immediately walked quickly towards the door. Behind him, Murong Qingyun, Murong Yan, and Murong Meng followed closely behind him.
Following Murong Qingyun and Murong Meng's exclamations, a skeleton without even a tendon left appeared before everyone outside the Marshal's Mansion.
Judging from the blood stains on the bones, this person must have died recently. Looking at the shape of the bones, the spine is bent, and the fingers, toes, and facial bones are extremely twisted. From this shape, it is clear who the body belongs to.
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