She was alive and breathing, and sitting next to them. She was nowhere close to being dead.
Seeing that Sefiro and Six were paying no attention to her, Feng Wu caught a pheasant from the woods, cleaned it, and wrapped it inside a lotus leaf. She then wrapped it in a thin layer of mud before roasting it.
Night was setting in, and Feng Wu hadn’t eaten for an entire day.
It was cold in the mountains at night, and she desperately needed some food in her system.
While she was roasting the pheasant, Sefiro and Six were discussing how to kill her. It was a surprisingly harmonious scene.
As the mixed scents of the lotus and the pheasant slowly rose out of the mud…
Suddenly, they heard footsteps approaching.
At that moment, Sefiro was telling Six, “Feng Wu must be dead. I know it! Seven —”
But she stopped abruptly when she saw the person who was approaching them.
That was because —
It was none other than Seven himself!
“Seven!” Regardless of her condition, Sefiro ran toward him like a butterfly. She couldn’t hide her excitement and almost jumped up. “Seven! Seven! You killed Feng Wu, didn’t you? Tell me you’ve killed her!”
Six looked expectantly at Seven.
He didn’t want to admit that he had been set up by a weak Spiritual Elder twice in a row. It would drive him crazy.
Meanwhile, Seven was…
His clothes were practically all shredded and he was covered in hundreds of wounds, most of which were scratch marks.
Every bit of his skin seemed to be bleeding, and he was in a miserable state.
Seven didn’t know what to say when he saw the expectant look in Sefiro’s and Six’s eyes.
He hadn’t felt like crying since he joined the assassin organization, but this time, he felt so wretched!
He really wanted to cry.
Feng Wu stole glances at Seven as she cooked the pheasant.
She frowned a little.
This wasn’t right. According to her plan, the Demon Chimpanzee would kill Seven, but Seven had come back alive… Had the Demon Chimpanzee been killed?
That wasn’t right either. A magical beast should be more powerful than a human of the same level. There was no way that the Demon Chimpanzee could defeat Seven.
What went wrong?
Since Seven wasn’t dead, what about the Demon Chimpanzee?
If it wasn’t dead either… Feng Wu realized that she could be in a lot of trouble.
Seeing the teary Seven, Sefiro was so surprised that her eyeballs almost fell out.
Seriously?!
He was a captain!
He could bleed or sweat, but he never cried. Yet why did he have that look on his face?
Six knew Seven better, so he asked, “You didn’t accomplish your task, did you?”
In other words, he hadn’t killed Feng Wu.
Sefiro stared at Seven with wide eyes.
That wasn’t possible! Seven was a Spiritual Lord!
