The Hall Master's face was pale, lips faintly blue, and eyes dull.
Han Yu checked the others.
They were the same men he had fought earlier.
All of them were dead.
"This is strange... They did not die from any normal attacks and certainly not from my attacks earlier."
What confused him was what he did not see.
There were no new wounds.
No slashes, no crushed bones, no signs of blunt force.
Everything visible on their bodies matched only the damage he himself had caused earlier.
He knelt and examined their necks.
There, hidden beneath collars and stiff skin, were two small puncture wounds on each corpse.
They were deep and clean.
Fang marks.
Han Yu frowned.
"These are not snake bites," he muttered. "The spacing is wrong, and the holes are too large. There are no secondary teeth marks either, so it is not a beast that bites with a full jaw."
He pressed his fingers against the skin.
