Even so, Fang Zhixing was resolute in his decision, and knew he must leave this place as soon as possible.
Someone had schemed to lure a stranger—a boy disguised as a mute—here, but to what end, he did not know.
But whatever it was, it definitely wasn't anything good.
Otherwise, there was no need to cut the stranger's tongue and then poison him to death.
"This is no place to linger."
Fang Zhixing descended lightly and sought the path he came by, intending to retrace his steps as far as he could.
But he hadn't gone far...
Fang Zhixing furrowed his brows and came to a halt.
"Eh, the stranger and I clearly came from this direction, where's the path?"
Fang Zhixing looked down at his feet and saw fallen leaves everywhere; the trail they had followed had mysteriously disappeared.
"Did I take a wrong turn?"
Fang Zhixing took a pause and carefully began to back away, planning to start afresh.
Whoosh~
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew.
