Chapter 300 - 115 My_3
The screams rose and fell within the forest; at this moment, it resembled a hell on earth.
Jiang Li instinctively leaned closer to Jih Heng, but she felt his robe was ice-cold, as if he were not of this world, devoid of any warmth.
Time seemed indistinct until the screams outside finally ceased. Jih Heng’s movements also halted.
A mocking voice resounded overhead, "Miss Jiang the Second, the scene has been cleaned up."
Jiang Li slowly released her grip and raised her head to look around.
Under the moonlight, the bodies of men in black were scattered haphazardly, the ground splattered with blood, reminiscent of the purgatory depicted in temple murals.
Jih Heng alone had killed more than a dozen men, and it seemed as if only a short quarter of an hour had passed.
Jiang Li turned her head towards Jih Heng.
The moon slowly climbed back up the branches, as if the scene before it wasn’t terrifying enough. The moonlight was exceptionally bright, its purity mingling with the bloodshed on the ground, blurring the line between nightmare and reality.
There stood Jih Heng amid the bloodstains. His robe was a vivid red, making one suspect it was dyed with the blood from the ground. But he held his folding fan as if he were oblivious to the discomfort of it all, merely looking at Jiang Li and saying, "Miss Jiang the Second, shouldn’t you thank me?"
Jiang Li was speechless.