Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Mu Wanqing rushed over and asked, "Dead?"

Xie Buruo nodded: "He is probably indeed dead."

With a slight extension of Su the Blind's shoulder and a little effort, Su the Blind fell backward with a thud.

Both hands remained frozen in mid-air, fingers spread wide, as if they were about to choke someone.

Mu Wanqing exclaimed in bewilderment, "How could this person suddenly die? Could he have had some hidden injury?"

Wang Yuyan, who was the first to be affected, was also puzzled.

However, she was still in shock and didn't have time to think, so she hid behind Mu Wanqing.

Looking at the terrified expression on Su the Blind's face, Xie Buruo speculated, "It looks like he was scared to death."

He still remembered that before Su the Blind stared at Wang Yuyan, he said some strange things in a broken voice, such as "So it was her, you are not her, it was him."

Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing were completely confused.

Xie Buruo was a time traveler who knew the plot, and gradually a plan formed in his mind.

Wang Yuyan looks at least 90% like her maternal grandmother, Li Qiushui, if not exactly.

Xie Buruo speculated that when Su the Blind saw this face, he probably mistook her for Li Qiushui, which is why he was so terrified, as if he had seen a ghost.

Considering that Su the Blind was once a disciple of the Wuliang Sword Sect, and that he might have happened to see Li Qiushui when the Northern Sect took over the Sword Lake Palace, this reaction makes even more sense.

Xie Ruoyu's heart stirred.

"Ah, his swordsmanship must have been learned from Li Qiushui."

"I knew it! Everyone from the East, West, and North sects was looking at the jade disc, but how come only the North sect gained anything? They even have the sword technique manual!"

"It seems this sword was obtained by selling one's body!"

"But why did he say in the end, 'You're not her'?"

"Who else could it be but Li Qiushui?"

"Li Qiushui's sister?"

"Is it still that stone statue?"

With few clues, he was too lazy to think about it further.

Right now, the most important thing for him is to loot corpses.

See if there are any martial arts manuals, or valuables such as gold and silver.

Xie Buruo composed himself and excitedly began to search high and low for Su the Blind.

Wang Yuyan was a well-bred young lady from a wealthy family. She knew nothing about touching corpses and even felt it was somewhat blasphemous to the dead.

Mu Wanqing was different.

She had little family wealth and was used to the ways of the world.

They not only had an interest in touching corpses, but a great interest in it.

They immediately rolled up their sleeves, eager to get a piece of the pie.

Snapped.

Xie Buruo slapped Mu Wanqing's hand away without any hesitation.

"What are you doing!"

Mu Wanqing was furious and embarrassed, never expecting that the other party would want to eat it all by themselves.

"As the saying goes, those who see it get a share!"

Xie was heartbroken to hear this.

"What do you mean by 'everyone who sees it gets a share'?"

He pointed at the corpse on the ground, almost bursting into tears.

"This is my own great-uncle!"

"Did you think I was looting a corpse?"

"I'm here to collect my grand-uncle's body!"

"He may be unrighteous, but I cannot be unjust!"

"This man was, after all, an elder of the Wuliang Sword Sect! As the leader of the Northern Sect, how could I allow him to lie dead in the wilderness?"

Mu Wanqing frowned and asked, "When did you become the leader of the Northern Sect?"

Xie Buruo sighed, "The disciples of the Northern Sect have all died, fled, or escaped, leaving me as the sole survivor. If I don't become the sect leader, who will? Of course, I don't really want to be the sect leader, but only by standing higher can one have a broader perspective."

Mu Wanqing didn't believe it at all, but Xie Buruo was right about one thing.

That means that Blind Su is indeed an elder in the Boundless Northern Sect.

It was only natural that the other party would offer to collect his body.

Even Wang Yuyan nodded slightly, feeling that Xie Buruo still had a conscience after all.

Unable to move Su the Blind, Mu Wanqing could only look at the other two corpses.

As soon as he stood up, Xie Bu Ruo reminded him.

"Wu Liang is my senior brother."

Mu Wanqing spat and could only look at Sun Sanba.

But the sight of the corpse made him feel disgusted, let alone want to touch it.

Enraged, she stepped forward and kicked the corpse twice.

"Why is there nothing here?"

Xie searched high and low, but only managed to find a few copper coins on Blind Su.

"Where's the sword manual? Why isn't there a sword manual?"

Su the Blind Man had been blind for many years, and he had memorized those three sword techniques. Even when he taught others, he only passed them down orally and by heart, so naturally he would not leave any sword manual.

Xie should just shout "Bad luck!"

Then he started touching Sun Sanba and Wu Liang.

Both of them were penniless.

Aside from some wound medicine and loose silver, they couldn't find anything of value.

Xie Buruo, unwilling to give up, examined it carefully again.

Suddenly, he felt a hard object in Wu Liang's inner pocket.

"Um?"

"I knew my senior brother wouldn't let me down!"

He was overjoyed and tore open his clothes, only to find a hidden pocket sewn inside the lining, concealing a small white bottle.

Shake it gently, and something rolls inside the bottle.

Uncork the bottle and pour out a dark yellow pill.

"Hidden so well, it must be something good! Is it a miraculous healing medicine, or a powerful tonic?"

Xie Buruo, who was also ignorant of pharmacology, turned to Wang and Mu for advice.

Wang Yuyan shook her head, not knowing.

Mu Wanqing, having not participated in the division of spoils, was too lazy to pay him any attention and only left a comment.

"Anyway, it doesn't look like poison."

Xie Buruo naturally dared not try it lightly. He first put the small bottle into his pocket, but then felt it was not safe enough and remembered the wooden box on his body.

They opened the wooden box, placed the porcelain bottle inside the sealed layer, and then moved the letters from the sealed layer to the top layer.

After finishing all of this.

Xie Ruo kept his word and prepared to give his fellow disciple a proper burial.

He dragged the two bodies to the lakeside and kicked them in, one after the other.

Two muffled thuds followed, and water splashed everywhere.

Mu Wanqing was dumbfounded.

Wang Yuyan's mouth also opened slightly when she saw this.

Mu Wanqing said, "Didn't you say they were from the same sect and should be given a proper burial?"

Xie Bu Ruo patted the dust off his hands, his expression calm.

"You may not know this, but our Wuliang Sword Sect has always practiced water burial, wishing the souls of the deceased to drift away with the flowing water. As the sect leader, I naturally must respect this tradition!"

Mu Wanqing scoffed, "I think you're just too lazy to dig a hole!"

Xie Buruo didn't want to argue with her.

He glanced at Sun Sanba's body and decided not to make any arrangements for his funeral, as a sign of his closeness to Sun.

He gazed at the lake in the distance.

Ripples spread gently, and reeds sway lightly.

In the distance, where the water meets the sky, a small boat is slowly making its way towards the shore, the figures inside are blurry and indistinct.

Xie Buruo shook his head and sighed, "The Murong family is taking way too long. They're only arriving now?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head: "That boat doesn't seem to belong to Canhe Village."

The voice just fell.

A faint, high-pitched shout drifted across the lake, long and drawn out, intermittent.

"Third brother...where are you...?"

The sound was so soft and faint that it was almost inaudible unless one listened very carefully.

It resembles a gossamer thread, meandering along the water's surface.

Xie Buruo's heart skipped a beat: "Who's shouting?"

Just as I was wondering, the soft voice suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing whistle, as sharp as if splitting rocks, suddenly rang out.

The roar was rough and domineering, extremely fierce, like a thunderclap crashing onto the lake.

The sound waves spread out in layers, causing ripples on the lake water, which lingered and swirled in the air above Taihu Lake for a long time.

When Xie Buruo and the others heard this long howl, their ears rang and their hearts trembled.

Looking further out at the lake.

Besides the covered boat sailing this way, two more boats, one each, were breaking through the waves from the east and west.

To the east was a large, wide ship, its hull painted crimson.

Wang Yuyan took a closer look and her face lit up with joy.

"It looks like Uncle Bao's boat!"

A speedboat was approaching from the west.

The ship was entirely black, with a large black flag flying high above the mast.

The wind whipped the flag around, making it flutter loudly.

The eagle embroidered with silver thread on the flag is lifelike, as if it is about to take flight.