Inside the dilapidated temple.
Gu Qingying's expression was gloomy, "My uncle's swordsmanship was extremely brilliant. At the moment of life and death, I couldn't hold back... Even after I killed him, I went forward to check carefully and realized he wasn't wearing a human skin mask—it really was my uncle. At that moment, my heart just sank..."
"Later on, it was Mr. Wang, his wife, and the Eight-Armed Evil Woman Xu Changpu, one after another, like puppets controlled by someone, coming forward to fight me. The skirmish even spilled out into the market where they exhibited several unique martial arts of the Wang Family, and they all died at my hands... I was very puzzled at the time; they could have killed me, so why was I the one who killed them instead? Now I understand, this was to smear their blood on my head, me... how could I possibly kill my aunt?"
Gu Qingying let out a howl-like cry.
