Chapter 39

Gao Ling didn't make a sound.

She turned back, quietly closed the door of the quiet room, stood against a dark corner, held her breath, and looked outside through the crack in the door.

There was too much blood in the quiet room; if it was Zuo Lishan's blood, he should have died.

If Zuo Lishan was dead, no one could block the news so that even she, an elder, didn't know.

That jar, those minced meat, those long hair... only made the situation more and more strange.

Gao Ling was afraid that someone would see the door of Zuo Lishan's small courtyard open and discover the abnormality, so she restored the door she kicked open to its original state after entering. She didn't leave many traces when she searched around in the small courtyard.

If not observed intentionally, the person outside should not be able to discover it for a while.

Although it is in the Mount Taishan Sect, the situation is strange, the person outside has unknown intentions, and it is impossible to determine whether it is an enemy or a friend. Simply hide the figure first, and see who that person is and what calculations they have.

The door of the quiet room does not face the middle of the small courtyard, and Gao Ling can only try hard to listen to the movement outside.

The footsteps of that person stopped when they reached the middle of the small courtyard.

After a long while, Gao Ling heard a long sigh.

Gao Ling is not a lecturer who understands human nature; she cannot understand the emotions contained in that sigh, but she can hear the strangeness of that long sigh.

First, this sigh is too long. The better the internal cultivation, the longer the breath, but even Zuo Lishan doesn't have such a long breath.

Second, this sigh is mixed with some fragmented sounds. It's like some flesh and mucus in the chest cavity vibrating and making noise. It's somewhat reasonable to say it's made by a seriously ill person, but it's incompatible with the long and steady nature of this sigh.

Third, this sigh sounds somewhat familiar, and somewhat strange.

It seems to be Zuo Lishan, but it's somewhat different.

Rustling, the sound of clothes rubbing, the person took something out of their arms.

It seems to be a liquid in a container; the person walked around in the courtyard, sprinkling these liquids carefully on the building.

Gao Ling smelled a pungent smell—it was fire oil.

Destroy the body and erase the traces.

Gao Ling didn't move or make a sound.

She was waiting for that person to walk to the door of the quiet room.

Gao Ling had truly struggled in the Jianghu when she was young, and she knew very well that she couldn't be impulsive at this time.

If she couldn't hold back and rushed out, she would waste the opportunity for a sneak attack.

Gao Ling's Wu Gong also has a first-rate level, but she knows very well that there are countless strange experts in this world, and those who rely on their own Wu Gong and insist on a head-on duel with others often die the fastest.

Only after seeing the person's face clearly can she estimate the other party's strength and make the next move.

After waiting for a while, the footsteps finally reached the door.

Gao Ling finally saw the person's face clearly.

Her heartbeat missed a beat involuntarily.

That person was indeed Zuo Lishan... it's just that he was no longer the Zuo Lishan in her impression.

The five features could generally be identified as Zuo Lishan's appearance, but there were a few dark holes on his face, almost able to see the gums.

The edges of the holes were covered with serrated minced meat, but no blood flowed out, as if they were old injuries born with them.

The eyeballs were full of bloodshot eyes, and two yellow-red pus flowed from the corners of the eyes. The originally dense long hair fell off a lot, almost able to see the pale scalp.

The right wrist was wrapped with some blood-stained rags, and under the rags, the skin of the palm was black, but there were no fingernails on the fingers, revealing soft meat.

It was simply like a demon walking out of a novel.

Under the shock, Gao Ling's breath was chaotic, revealing a trace of sound.

Zuo Lishan didn't seem to notice, walked to the door of the quiet room on his own, and lowered his head to sprinkle fire oil.

At this time, between the two, there was only a one-inch door panel.

Suddenly!

A sword blade pierced through the door panel toward Gao Ling!

Gao Ling barely made a reaction, dodged the vital point, but was still pierced through the shoulder by the sword blade!

She drew her sword from its sheath, stabbed a sword through the door panel, but stabbed empty air.

Gao Ling kicked open the door panel and walked out of the quiet room.

Zuo Lishan was in the courtyard, looking at her with a smile.

"I wonder who it is... turns out to be Elder Gao?"

"Why did you think of coming to my small courtyard as a guest?" Zuo Lishan opened his mouth and laughed, pulling the holes on his face, revealing pink gums.

Gao Ling raised her hand to press the acupoints on her shoulder to stop the bleeding, and hearing Zuo Lishan's words, her heart tightened.

This is definitely not the Zuo Lishan she is familiar with!

Zuo Lishan has a serious personality, doesn't laugh or joke all day, how could he speak in such a playful tone?

"You... who are you?"

Gao Ling asked.

"Oh, Elder Gao is confused, is it because your internal cultivation went wrong recently? How can you not recognize your own Sect Leader?"

Zuo Lishan blamed himself: "Blame me, blame me, I usually care less about Elder Gao! I didn't expect Elder Gao to also go into demonic deviation!"

"My Mount Taishan Sect has lost another veteran! What a pity!"

Gao Ling frowned: "Another?"

Zuo Lishan smiled and said: "Isn't it! Yesterday, the father of that female disciple of mine, Elder Liu, was too sad and accidentally died!"

"It's really heaven not giving years! What a pity... what a joy!"

"Elder Liu has worked hard for my Mount Taishan Sect for decades, but he couldn't see me become a Wu Lin myth, couldn't see me integrate the Five Mountains Sword Sects, couldn't see me become the co-lord of the Central Plains Wu Lin!"

"It's really a pity! Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

Zuo Lishan opened his mouth and laughed wildly, laughing until he was bent over, laughing until tears flowed.

Gao Ling looked at Zuo Lishan's crazy performance, her heart gradually sank, and the hair on her body stood up.

What exactly is... this situation!

"That disciple of yours, did you kill her?" Gao Ling asked.

Zuo Lishan suddenly stopped laughing and said hatefully: "She deserves to die, she is looking for death. Husband and wife for a while, I had to send her on her way myself."

"What kind of Wu Gong is crippled, what kind of wanting to support me, what kind of wanting to live in seclusion in the mountains."

"Does she deserve it!?"

"I, Zuo Lishan, a supreme expert under forty! Mount Taishan Sect Leader! Five Mountains Sword Sects Alliance Leader!"

"Suppress! Mountain! Sword!"

"Would I fall to the point of letting her pity me!?"

Zuo Lishan pointed to the quiet room: "However, fortunately, she is a stupid thing, otherwise with my injuries at the time, I might not have been able to restrain her!"

"Being able to become my food is her honor!"

Zuo Lishan touched his face: "I said, I am the one destined by heaven."

"I got this good thing, but I didn't dare to use it for a long time. Then an Embroidered Uniform Guard came to help me make up my mind."

"I am seriously injured, and someone came to be a sacrifice."

"Just in time, I still need some blood food nourished by internal Qi... Elder Gao, you sent yourself to the door and hid your figure yourself."

"You say, isn't this destined by heaven?"

Gao Ling couldn't help but retreat a few steps and made up her mind.

Zuo Lishan is like entering a demon, having lost his reason, and started a massacre in the sect.

That sword that pierced her through the door panel didn't lose its standard, she is not an opponent.

"Must escape!"

(End of chapter)