At this mont, Murong brothers, with their sharp eyes, suddenly pointed to a branch and said, "There’s sothing up there."
They lightly leaped and took down a piece of torn fabric from above.
The edge of the fabric was embroidered with half a plum blossom, looking very bright.
Murong brothers said, "This is fabric from a woman’s undergarnt."
Duan Yun looked at the piece of fabric barely bigger than a fingernail and exclaid in surprise, "How can you even tell that?"
Murong brothers nodded and said, "I can tell! There are few styles of won’s undergarnts on the market that I am not aware of. Just by seeing this piece of fabric, I can even imagine its entire design."
While Duan Yun admired him, he also looked at him as one would look at a perverted voyeur.
Who in their right mind would be so familiar with won’s undergarnts?
But this also alerted Duan Yun, who analyzed, "Could it be that there are no footprints on the ground because they walked above?"
Indeed, by walking on trees, naturally, there would be no traces on the ground, which might also lead to undergarnts getting caught on the trees.
Consequently, Duan Yun and Murong brothers, suddenly carried the horse and donkey on their shoulders and leaped up.
They too walked on the trees.
It must be said, hopping lightly between the trees, although still obscured by mist, their view indeed broadened significantly.
Suddenly, Duan Yun and Murong brothers, carrying the horse and donkey, stopped on a hillside and did not continue forward.
Below the hillside was a wet mudflat.
In the mud, stood four people.
Four people in white clothing, from this angle, their silhouettes resembled won.
They were positioned at four corners, standing motionless, carrying a white sedan chair.
The reason Duan Yun and Murong brothers spotted them imdiately was because they were very white, sowhat glaring against the dark mud.
However, due to the distance and so thin mist, they were temporarily unsure if these were living people, even feeling they looked like paper effigies.
The kind of paper effigies burnt for the dead.
"This place is truly bizarre."
Duan Yun muttered, wanting to discover the truth.
But at this mont, he once again stopped in his tracks.
Due to an instant movent, the wet mudflat in front suddenly stirred.
Yes, it moved; that patch of dark wet mud stirred.
In just a blink, it transford into a living creature.
Thereafter, Duan Yun and Murong brothers saw what seed like a scene only from nightmares.
Thousands of mouths erged from the black mud, densely packed, making one’s scalp tingle.
Following that, a pink mist exuded from these mouths, forming a vast cloud of pink mist.
Duan Yun and Murong brothers hurriedly covered the noses of their horse and donkey and retreated.
This pink mist, engulfing the sky and seemingly beautiful with a peach blossom hue, they suspected it was probably toxic.
In the next mont, the black mud wiggled, and those mouths, like a wave, surged forward.
anwhile, the white sedan previously on the wet mud, now carried by the four white-clothed won, soared into the air.
From this view, they appeared as though they were flying through the pink mist, and thus the white sedan and won both took on a pink hue.
In an instant, that odd sedan and those mouths disappeared into the mist.
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, Duan Yun and Murong brothers might have thought they were dreaming.
Duan Yun couldn’t help but ask, "What exactly are those mouths?"
Murong brothers, always observant, said, "They are toads."
"Could it be that the miasma in this area of Yuanling is all emitted by these toads? Then isn’t the one in the sedan a toad demon?"
While speaking, Duan Yun looked at the piece of undergarnt in Murong brothers’ hand and continued wondering, "A toad demon wearing a pink undergarnt?"
Having wandered Martial World for so long, he naturally heard rumors of ghosts and monsters, and even inside Old Mother Mountain, he was once guided by the corpse of a child inside a lion’s belly.
But thinking of a toad demon wearing a pink undergarnt, sitting in a sedan and leading thousands of toads in emitting clouds of mist—it was hard to believe.
At that mont, Murong brothers gripped the fabric tighter and said, "I rembered soone."
"Who?" Duan Yun asked curiously.
"Have you heard of Qingcheng Assassins?"
Murong brothers looked in the direction the sedan departed and asked.
Duan Yun shook his head.
Murong brothers explained, "In Qingcheng, there is a family nad Ma, as in the Ma of Ma Zi, and under them are one hundred and eight hired assassins. It is said these assassins learned the Cultivation Techniques from Qingcheng Cave Heaven and are fearless in the face of death."
"They were active, both condemning so while saving many."
Duan Yun frowned and asked, "What do you an?"
"It is said that these hundred and eight assassins from the Ma Family can calmly face death for their beliefs. They are not only skilled in the mysterious Cultivation Techniques of Qingcheng Mountain but also fear no death. When facing formidable foes, they would sacrifice their lives for lives, exchanging injury with death without even a frown—aren’t such people terrifying?" Murong brothers asked.
"Terrifying," Duan Yun nodded.
Such a daredevil squadron sounded even more formidable than Liang Mountain’s one hundred and eight heroes because even among Liang Mountain heroes, not all could face death calmly.
"These kind of people, as easily as they et their own death, can just as easily take others’ lives. Two hundred years ago, there was an Alien Surna King who rallied many skilled individuals from Martial World, aiming to establish a new Martial World, foreseeing rivers of blood.
Yet, the Ma Family’s assassins appeared, intending to make that Alien Surna King cease his actions. That was during his zenith, already a Grandmaster of the Military Family, commanding an army of a hundred thousand, surrounded by nurous experts—how could he possibly stop his revolution because of these strangers from Qingcheng Mountain?
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