The Creatures That We Are

When Nainai brought back an unconscious Qing Ling, a barely held-together car drove to the group. It stopped, and One Stone got out. Face pale, she scanned the group with mournful eyes, her gaze stopping on Gao Yang.

“Uncle Tiger...” Liao Liao wasn’t able to finish her question.

One Stone walked to the tail of the car and opened the slightly ajar trunk. Inside were four bloodied Black Gold weapons—Dragonslaying Giantsword, Green Dog Demon Blade, a Black Gold shortsword, and a Black Gold dagger.

While War Tiger and Wrath fought to their death, One Stone had been away from the battlefield, watching it play out with binoculars. She was the only spectator of the match.

“No...nonono... Impossible!” Zhang Wei said in disbelief. “It’s Uncle Tiger! We could all die, and the old fox would still be alive!”

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He turned to Gao Yang. “Brother Yang, Uncle Tiger must have something else up his sleeve, right? He couldn’t have died, right?”

Gao Yang didn’t say anything.

Zhang Wei turned to the others for something, anything, but was met with a heavier silence.

“Fuck.”

He kicked away a broken stone.

For the first time since her arrival, One Stone spoke up, her voice hoarse, “Uncle Tiger told me that the weapons would be Qing Ling’s.”