Chapter: 350
�Alright.�
Jang Muryang meekly followed the instructions of the Emei disciple. He told Yang Woo-jeong and Daoshi Goh to stay, and went into the empty auditorium.
Another disciple of Emei was waiting for him in the empty audience. She led Jang Muryang to the largest room in the guest hall.
In the room were Jeonghwa, Seonha, and a middle-aged woman who looked elegant. The middle-aged woman was Geum Ha-ryeon, the ark of the Hundred Flower Room.
In front of them lay an object covered with a white cloth. Jang Muryang recognized that it was a corpse because of the smell of blood.
Jeonghwa was desperate and immediately went on to business,
�Captain Zhang. A disciple of our sect was attacked by an assassin.�
�I have heard the news.�
�I called you to see the scars of my disciple.�
�Why me?�
�At first I thought it was just a swordsman.�
�So?�
�If you can see it for yourself, you�ll see why I�m doing this.�
Jeonghwa pointed to the corpse covered in white cloth.
Jang Muryang frowned and held up the white cloth. Then, Gongseon�s body appeared, with her neck half split.
Gongseon looked peaceful as if she died while sleeping. She had shed so much blood and had been dead for quite some time, so she was pale but she had no painful expression on her face.
Jang Muryang carefully examined Gongseon�s neck wound.
As time passed, Jang Muryang�s face stiffened.
�What is this?�
It was then that he understood why Jeonghwa had said that.�
The wounds of Gongseon were smooth.��
It was sharply cut as if looking at a cross section of glass. At first glance, it may seem that the wound was from the use of an ordinary sword, but he knew from experience that a sword could never inflict such a wound.
�What? Not a sword or a dagger. Is it some kind of thread? But no matter how sharp a thread is, it would not be able to prevent the skin from curling up.�
Zhang Mu-ryiang felt goosebumps rising all over his body.
He spent most of his life on the battlefield. He naturally saw a lot of corpses, and confirmed that many wounds with his own eyes. But none of the wounds he saw were as smooth as the cut on Gongseon�s neck.
�Isn�t this� isn�t this an art in itself? The art of death.�
But he didn�t put his thoughts out of his mouth.
It was because Jeonghwa was staring at him with scary eyes even at this moment. She asked,
�Have you ever seen a wound like this?�
�Honestly� no.� JrNovels.com
Jang Muryang meekly followed the instructions of the Emei disciple. He told Yang Woo-jeong and Daoshi Goh to stay, and went into the empty auditorium.
Another disciple of Emei was waiting for him in the empty audience. She led Jang Muryang to the largest room in the guest hall.
In the room were Jeonghwa, Seonha, and a middle-aged woman who looked elegant. The middle-aged woman was Geum Ha-ryeon, the ark of the Hundred Flower Room.
In front of them lay an object covered with a white cloth. Jang Muryang recognized that it was a corpse because of the smell of blood.
Jeonghwa was desperate and immediately went on to business,
�Captain Zhang. A disciple of our sect was attacked by an assassin.�
�I have heard the news.�
�I called you to see the scars of my disciple.�
�Why me?�
�At first I thought it was just a swordsman.�
�So?�
�If you can see it for yourself, you�ll see why I�m doing this.�
Jeonghwa pointed to the corpse covered in white cloth.
Jang Muryang frowned and held up the white cloth. Then, Gongseon�s body appeared, with her neck half split.
Gongseon looked peaceful as if she died while sleeping. She had shed so much blood and had been dead for quite some time, so she was pale but she had no painful expression on her face.
Jang Muryang carefully examined Gongseon�s neck wound.
As time passed, Jang Muryang�s face stiffened.
�What is this?�
It was then that he understood why Jeonghwa had said that.�
The wounds of Gongseon were smooth.��
It was sharply cut as if looking at a cross section of glass. At first glance, it may seem that the wound was from the use of an ordinary sword, but he knew from experience that a sword could never inflict such a wound.
�What? Not a sword or a dagger. Is it some kind of thread? But no matter how sharp a thread is, it would not be able to prevent the skin from curling up.�
Zhang Mu-ryiang felt goosebumps rising all over his body.
He spent most of his life on the battlefield. He naturally saw a lot of corpses, and confirmed that many wounds with his own eyes. But none of the wounds he saw were as smooth as the cut on Gongseon�s neck.
�Isn�t this� isn�t this an art in itself? The art of death.�
But he didn�t put his thoughts out of his mouth.
It was because Jeonghwa was staring at him with scary eyes even at this moment. She asked,
�Have you ever seen a wound like this?�
�Honestly� no.� JrNovels.com
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