“…Miao.” Lu Yun’s voice was slightly dry as incredulity filled his eyes.

The genius was twisted in a weird position on the tombstone. Three swords nailed him through the forehead, chest, and dantian. His eyes were wide open and stark fear in them yet to fade away. Scarlet blood flowed down his body and seeped into the tombstone to be absorbed.

The pretty doll of a little girl had sagged in front of the tombstone and was crying her heart out. She hadn’t noticed Lu Yun’s arrival, or perhaps she didn’t care. All she wanted to do now was to cry and cry and cry so she could express her grief.

Lu Yun took a clear look at the tombstone when he drew...