Wangyue Xiner was dead.
His severed head lay on the ground, eyes wide open and face contorted, as if he refused to accept such an end.
Wu Liangchen paid it no mind. After sheathing his blade, he began to search the corpse.
On Wangyue Xiner, he first found a bag full of silver coins and a pouch of medicinal powder. There were several strange characters written on the pouch.
Wu Liangchen knew they were likely words from the East Sea nation, so he put it away for now. He would find someone who could read the East Sea script later to ask.
Besides that, there was a small, exquisitely made shovel and a waist token.
The shovel's design was quite clever and suited Wangyue Xiner's height. It was clearly the tool he used to move underground and set up ambushes.
As for the waist token, it was also inscribed with East Sea script. Wu Liangchen simply took everything.
On Wangyue Xinyi, however, there was nothing besides that strangely shaped short blade.
