Dragon Canon

The ancestral hall was just up ahead. There were bloodstains all over the walls. Several corpses were leaning against them with multiple arrows embedded in their torso. Their blood had mingled together into pools. There were long, long intestines mixed within the blood as well.

Again, every single arrow had a white tail feather.

It was pitch black inside the ancestral hall. A foreign object seemed to be sitting on the table where the map was. There was also a humanoid silhouette standing against the wall, motionless.

Wei Yuan’s footsteps slowed down even further. He wanted to enter the ancestral hall and take a look, but it felt like his feet were rooted to the ground.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded behind him. Wei Yuan spun around instantly, his spear already infused with Dao energy.

To his surprise, the newcomer was Sun Chao’en. Only his lower body was wearing armor. His upper body was bare and covered in thick, bloodied bandages. In fact, blood was still seeping through some parts of the bandages. His complexion was pallid, and his Dao glow was dim. It was clear that he was severely injured.

Sun Chao’en was dragging a man with one hand. He was wearing a set of military armor, although he was missing his helmet. His hair was disheveled, and he was struggling to keep up with the county magistrate.

Wei Yuan also recognized him. He was the commandant overseeing the auxiliary troops, Wang Delu.

Trailing behind Sun Chao’en were the county assistant, chief of records and more. The civil officials were all clad in armor, and they were all carrying varying degrees of injuries. Wang Delu, despite his disheveled and bloody appearance, was the only one who was almost unscratched.