Before dawn, atop the surface of a stream running through the wilderness, layer upon layer, in just a few breaths, the entire stream was densely covered with floating dead fish and shrimp.
In the shadow of night, this scene sent chills down the spine.
"Miss, something's not right, that little beggar hasn't come out yet, should we withdraw first?"
A few government officers, merely ordinary martial masters, had never seen such a scene, and the sight so frightened them that their hands trembled when drawing swords.
"What's the panic? It's just some dead fish and shrimp, it must be the Red Toad."
The girl panted heavily, joy shining in her eyes, her fingers continuously caressing the bow and arrows.
"What is that!"
The girl saw a corpse floating to the surface.
Judging by the clothes, it was the beggar from earlier.
Seeing the body of the little beggar, the girl showed no sympathy; she swiftly drew her bowstring taut, aiming at the water surface.
