The crocodile rolled over and died of its own death roll, and Duan Yun twisted his neck slightly to remove the crocodile's head.
He was still standing in the water, his hair was a bit ssy, and at the top of his head, a knife was embedded.
A pitch-black butcher's knife.
Duan Yun raised his hand and pulled out the butcher's knife, and his hair turned into a standard middle parting.
This butcher's knife was actually in the crocodile's mouth before it fell on his head.
In the dark, murky waters, it was hard to see clearly for a mont.
Duan Yun simply waved his hand, lifting the crocodile's body out of the water along with it.
By the lakeside, Duan Yun picked up the butcher's knife.
Under the moonlight, this knife was as black as ink, yet there was a line of small characters engraved on the blade—"Qing Daoist of the West Suburb."
Duan Yun then ticulously checked inside and outside the crocodile's body, indeed finding no other clues.
That is to say, the clue was this butcher's knife.
Does this an he has to look for a Daoist nad Qing in the west suburb?
Is there a Daoist temple in the west suburb?
Duan Yun wasn't familiar with the area around the Great Ming Lake, so he could only head towards the west suburb.
By the ti he reached the west of the city, dawn was breaking.
At this hour, many farrs were already busy in the fields.
Duan Yun asked a farr if there was a Daoist temple nearby, to which the farr shook his head.
With no Daoist temple, where would he find a Taoist priest?
He couldn't just search aimlessly among the masses for a Taoist priest.
At that thought, Duan Yun felt a sudden urge to spank Shen Ying once he found her.
Duan Yun could only casually ask, "Is there a Qing Daoist here?"
He thought, if there was no temple, there might still be traveling Taoists.
Just then, the farr glanced in a certain direction.
The fields here were not far from a small town on the outskirts of the city.
Though the scenery here wasn't as grand as the area around Great Ming Lake, the small town was still picturesque with willows swaying gracefully.
And Duan Yun indeed saw the "Qing Daoist."
This Qing Daoist was neither a Daoist in a temple nor a traveling Taoist, nor even a person.
It could be said to be a signboard.
Before him was the entrance gate to a compound with a wooden signboard hanging over it, and the sign read "Qing Daoist."
Duan Yun walked over and found the gate open, with several freshly slaughtered pigs hanging in the courtyard.
This place was actually a slaughterhouse nad "Qing Daoist."
Looking at the butcher's knife in his hand, Duan Yun felt that this place was likely the right one.
He walked straight in with the butcher's knife.
The courtyard was very quiet, with only the hanging pigs swaying in the wind, creating an eerie atmosphere in the dim morning light.
"Anyone here?"
Duan Yun stood in the courtyard and called out.
There was no response—nothing from inside or outside the house.
"I'm here to return the knife."
He could only continue moving forward.
The room inside was pitch black, with no lights burning.
But as soon as Duan Yun activated the "Room Pupil Technique," the dim surroundings beca much brighter.
The house wasn't particularly large, and Duan Yun's eyes, glowing a faint blue, quickly swept over everything inside.
There was nothing remarkable here; it looked very much like an ordinary household.
But Duan Yun saw a door.
This door wasn't peculiar in itself, just an ordinary wooden door, but its location was unusual.
It wasn't set into the wall but rather on the ground.
At a glance, it looked like a tombstone lying on the ground.
Duan Yun knocked on the door again and asked, "Anyone here?"
There was no response, just dead silence.
This place was certainly quite unsettling. Even if not for finding clues, as a Young Hero, he still needed to check it out to ensure no Evil Demons were hiding inside.
With a creak, Duan Yun pulled the door open.
Behind the door was a straight downward passage, looking like a well.
Duan Yun lightly swayed, descending gently like a falling leaf.
He landed and found that below was a maze of intersecting stone paths.
Duan Yun followed one of the paths, then discovered several doors along the way.
He pushed open one and found so animal bones inside; it looked like both a butcher's at-cutting place and so kind of cell.
This small slaughterhouse, with such a space underneath, clearly wasn't legitimate.
Though there were animal bones, one room even had bloody fur, Duan Yun couldn't sll any blood scent at the mont.
He shut the door and continued deeper.
Suddenly, Duan Yun stopped, standing there.
Because, in an instant, sothing surged forward at the stone path's corner.
In the next mont, Duan Yun's expression changed slightly.
For in his vision, blood was surging along the stone path.
In the blood were trapped human limbs and organs, looking terrifying beyond asure.
"Sothing's not right!"
Duan Yun's Moon Dream Heart Sutra trembled in his mind, revealing that he was still standing on the original stone path.
The path was very dry; there was no Blood Sea with limbs and organs.
"An illusion?"
The ntal wave tremor of the Moon Dream Heart Sutra undoubtedly proved this.
What charged at him just now was an illusion.
No, it was more concrete than an illusion and must have incorporated real killing intent.
There indeed were skilled opponents here.
Duan Yun was just about to take a step when the sound of rushing water ca again.
"Again?" Duan Yun wondered aloud.
But this ti, the ntal wave tremor of the Moon Dream Heart Sutra didn't occur.
Which ant, it wasn't an illusion?
In an instant, the rippling blood plasma surged around the corner.
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