The faint smell of blood drifted through the valley.
Six bandits, all dead!
Liu Ji blinked quickly; he didn't even know when these six had fallen.
Anyway, in the blink of an eye, they were all dead.
Qin Yao wiped her knife clean on a bandit's body. The six bandits died with open eyes, void of any sparkle.
The clothes on the six were all tattered hemp garments, looking worse than the ones Liu Ji was wearing. Qin Yao disdainfully glanced at them and reached out to rummage through their belongings.
Unfortunately, they were dirt poor, not a copper coin to be found, though their knives looked decent enough.
Qin Yao gathered all six knives, stood up, and surveyed the area, throwing all six bodies into the weed-filled ditch on the right, letting them return to the embrace of nature.
With many wild beasts in the mountains, the corpses would be cleaned up in a few days.
