Chapter 1574 - 5: Pursuit, Escape, Wan Ling Zhi Forest (2-in-1)_3

Chapter 1574: Chapter 5: Pursuit, Escape, Wan Ling Zhi Forest (2-in-1)_3

Entering a large tree hole silently and unnoticed.

Directly grabbed the bear inside and threw it out, kicking it dozens of yards away.

The black bear whimpered and cursed, fleeing.

Only then did Fang Che collect himself in the tree hole to rest for a while.

Only then did he have time to consider: Who is pursuing me? The Guardians or the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?

Isn’t this a bit too persistent?

...

Baiyun State.

Since early dawn, suddenly there was a sense of foreboding, and everyone was on edge; all units started checking themselves to see what had happened.

The Yemo appeared again in Baiyun State.

And surely did something.

This news made everyone mentally alert.

Baiyun Martial Academy also started checking itself.

But Baiyun Martial Academy is too large, and Meng Chizheng’s position is relatively leisurely; he sometimes comes, sometimes doesn’t.

In the morning, Gao Qingyu suddenly thought of how he hadn’t seen this old stickler Meng Chizheng today?

So he asked casually: "Where’s Meng Chizheng?"

Huang Yifan also felt something was off, and said: "I haven’t seen him since the morning."

"Everyone else is here?"

"Everyone is here, and those who aren’t have been contacted."

At this point, the two looked at each other and their expressions changed dramatically.

Unanimously, they soared into the sky, using their movement techniques, heading toward Meng Chizheng’s small courtyard.

Their four feet simultaneously landed in the yard.

No movement at all.

The sparse autumn rain still fell, but both felt a sense of foreboding—faintly, a scent of blood wafted out.

"Old Meng!"

Gao Qingyu shouted loudly.

No response.

With one kick Huang Yifan broke open the door, then slammed open the study door, his body tense, prepared for any potential attack.

No movement.

But both saw the study already entirely stained red.

And the incomplete body of Meng Chizheng attached to his head.

Meng Chizheng’s face was full of shock, his mouth slightly open, as if wanting to speak, but now would never speak again.

At the throat, a red dot, strikingly vivid.

"Old Meng!"

Huang Yifan and Gao Qingyu, though not closely acquainted with Meng Chizheng, couldn’t help but redden their eyes seeing his tragic death, shouting hoarsely.

"This Yemo... so brutal!"

Huang Yifan seethed with anger.

Looking at the blood-stained wall, his eyes widened: "This is all stained with Old Meng’s flesh and blood! What deep hatred was there, that even dead he would suffer so, this damned Yemo, so heartless!"

Gao Qingyu, however, calmly observed everything in the room.

Finally his gaze focused: "Old Huang, look."

Huang Yifan turned his head and saw on the blood-stained wall, a small blank space with some crooked characters written.

Scribbled, yet full of killing aura.

"The fate of meddling in others’ affairs!"

Huang Yifan felt his heart almost explode with rage, yet somewhat puzzled: "What meddling did Old Meng do?"

Gao Qingyu was also highly puzzled.

Hurriedly began searching for other clues.

But nothing remained.

It’s known that Yemo definitely took something, but unclear what exactly Yemo took.

Meng Chizheng’s body was mostly destroyed, whatever might have been on him is now gone.

Presumably taken by Yemo.

A rocket shot into the sky.

Shortly afterward Yu Zhongge and others quickly arrived, immediately sealing off the scene.

"Undoubtedly, it was the work of Yemo."

"Yemo’s appearance in Baiyun State, one of their goals was to assassinate Supervisor Meng."

"Any other activity path is unknown at this time."

"Indeed, killing without blood, a red dot under the sword, is Yemo’s signature move!"

"Chest meridians completely shattered, let’s not dissect the head... " Gao Qingyu said sorrowfully: "Let Supervisor Meng... enter the ground somewhat intact."

"Agreed."

News spread.

The entire Baiyun Martial Academy was shocked.

All faculty and students in the academy rarely had a favorable opinion of Supervisor Meng; because he was usually too upright.

Absolutely inflexible.

Generally, anything that came to him was handled according to regulations, with no consideration, rigid to the extreme!

Those rules, laws, and regulations seemed etched into his bones.

No flexibility whatsoever.

But upon hearing of such a person’s death, all felt a deep sense of unease.

Was it wrong to stick to principles? Was it wrong to act completely by the rules?

The man was uptight, serious, cold, did he harm anything?

No!

Or perhaps, it’s the existence of such a person, that those who wanted to cut corners, and could definitely do so with strength, background, and backing, were unable to.

This ensured at least one degree of fairness in Baiyun Martial Academy.

The whole academy collectively mourned.

Reflecting.

Especially Li Changkong, deeply sighing.

Feeling regret to the extreme.

"If I hadn’t refused last night and chose to drink with Old Meng, this might not have happened!"

Li Changkong sighed to the heavens, deeply regretful.

"Organize a grand funeral for Supervisor Meng. He has no relatives, only us."

Gao Qingyu gives the order sorrowfully, with red eyes.

"Order given... everyone from Baiyun Martial Academy, whether student or staff, is to take killing Yemo as their duty!"

"No matter what, kill this fiend! Avenge Supervisor Meng!"