chapter 28 Imaster Patel calling

The night is like ink, and the stars are like a river.

On top of the mountain.

A chill rushed from the soles of Hydra's feet to Tianling Gai. His eyes widened and he stood stiffly, like a frightened stone sculpture, alive and motionless.

Through the moonlight, he could clearly see five big men in black lying in a pool of blood. From the corner of his eye, he could also see the blood-stained leaves drifting in the wind.

Picking leaves and killing people!

This...