Su Mu infused power into his arms, and after twisting Zhao Xuan's neck with force, he tore the head completely off and wrapped it with the bed curtains from the room, hanging it at his waist.
Then he reached out to strip the treasure armor from Zhao Xuan's corpse.
"Able to withstand the power of Perfection Tiger Subduing Fist... good stuff."
The treasure armor was as thin as a cicada's wings, semi-transparent under the moonlight, soft and delicate to the touch, with a slight cool sensation. Su Mu casually put it into his coat, then his hands quickly rummaged over the headless corpse.
Soon he found a stack of silver notes, which Su Mu did not count but stuffed into his bosom. He listened to the approaching footsteps outside the courtyard, lifted Zhao Xuan's body and threw it towards the entrance to the inner courtyard.
Bang!
The corpse landed heavily at the courtyard door.
