In the mountain forest, a bonfire blazed, its flames flickering with an eerie chill in the darkness.
Xue Yu was dead. He had died silently, right under the noses of the eight of them!
The eight of them gathered around, staring in somber silence at Xue Yu, who lay prone on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
The mountain wind wailed. As a gust of night air blew past, a chill crept over them.
"Someone ambushed him. The attacker was incredibly swift, slitting Xue Yu's throat in a single instant!"
After examining Xue Yu's body, Long Ling'Er's quiet words plunged the group into an even deeper silence.
Who could have killed Xue Yu?
And who could have done it so silently, right under their noses?
'If they could kill Xue Yu today, does that mean they can kill the rest of us too?'
A terrifying undercurrent of fear flowed silently among them.
