Chapter 15 The Injury

　　Feet stepped in a pool of blood, making a crunching sound that constantly tugged at everyone's taut nerves. The Fatty held his breath, always worried that something would suddenly jump out of the mist ahead, but until they saw the driver's seat, everything remained calm.

　　They hadn't seen any living creatures along the way. There were no corpses in the car, not even any sounds.

　　Wu raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop. He continued to walk forward alone. Wu Yingying grabbed Jiang Cheng's hand, telling him to step back. She stood in front of him, her beautiful eyes seemingly sensing something, staring intently ahead, her face turning solemn.

　　Wu finally reached the driver's seat. At this moment, everyone's heart was in their throats, because... because the dragged bloodstain at their feet extended intermittently all the way to the driver's seat.

　　Time seemed to lose its meaning for a moment. After an unknown amount of time, Wu turned around and nodded to Jiang Cheng, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

　　Wu Yingying wanted to go forward with Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng didn't agree. The Fatty, Huai Yi, and the others had almost no ability to protect themselves and needed Wu Yingying to stay and protect them.

　　Jiang Cheng went forward alone, standing shoulder to shoulder with Wu as Wu had suggested. Following Wu's line of sight, he saw a thick layer of fog shrouding the driver's seat. The fog was still churning, frighteningly deep.

　　Even though he was very close to the driver's seat now, only a little over a meter away, he still had the feeling that he was very far from the real driver's seat. It seemed like there was another space inside...

　　Wu gently waved his hand, and the fog in front of them dissipated slightly. This time, Jiang Cheng finally saw it. After a moment, his gaze froze, and then his breathing quickened. In the churning fog, he saw a gaunt figure sitting there. The figure was wearing a gray cloth robe. He couldn't see the face, but what really shocked Jiang Cheng was that there was a knife embedded in the figure's shoulder.

　　It was a large folding knife, and the exposed blade was engraved with strange and intricate patterns, looking very gorgeous. It seemed to have been chopped down from the rear side of the figure, deeply embedded in the figure's shoulder.

　　Most importantly, Jiang Cheng recognized this knife. It was Gong Zhe's knife. The taciturn man had actually done it...

　　As the mist churned, more and more scenes were revealed. Wu's eyes became deep, and Jiang Cheng's heartbeat slowed by half a beat. He saw that there was also a hand on the handle of the folding knife.

　　It was a severed hand, clutching the knife handle tightly. The blood on it had long since dried up. The blue tendons and pale bones at the severed wrist were twisted together. Jiang Cheng couldn't imagine what the owner of this severed hand had encountered.

　　But he knew one thing: Gong Zhe would never drop his knife and run away. Since he had boarded this bus, he had no intention of leaving alive.

　　"That thing is injured," Wu's voice was soft but serious. "It's resting, otherwise it would have attacked us long ago."

　　Combining it with the carnage on the bus, it was not difficult to imagine that Gong Zhe and his Frozen Disciples had a great battle with the Old President and many passengers on the bus. The result was that many passengers on the bus suffered heavy casualties, and Gong Zhe and his party were completely wiped out.

　　But at the same time, the Old President, a key part of the Night Watcher's final plan, was also injured, or even seriously injured, by Gong Zhe.

　　A ruthless look flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes, "Strike him while he's down!" He was now planning to summon Water Lord and Wen Zhao, and then the four of them would fight one, and kill the Old President.

　　Wu immediately stopped him, then glanced at Wu Yingying and the others standing not far away. Jiang Cheng slowly calmed down. He knew what Wu meant. Once this battle started, everyone would have no energy to take care of the Fatty and Huai Yi, and most importantly, Wu Yingying's strength had been greatly damaged in the previous battle and had not yet recovered. Wu himself was the same, as was Water Lord.

　　And according to Wu's judgment, the Old President's injuries could not be recovered in a short time, so fighting now would be detrimental to them.

　　Since that was the case, Jiang Cheng no longer hesitated and led the group back, all the way back to where they got on the bus.

　　When he heard that Gong Zhe was dead, Wang Qi couldn't help but sigh. He knew that Gong Zhe was 6's father. Every time they met, a fierce battle would erupt, one that would not end until one of them died. But this was mostly 6's obsession. In fact, with his strength, he was not Gong Zhe's opponent. Everyone in Scarlet knew this, and Gong Zhe never intended to hurt him.

　　Xia Tan in the past was too dazzling, so much so that Gong Zhe, who was also one of the two pillars of the Xia family, was overshadowed by his light. But what the world eventually knew was that even after Xia Tan committed such a heinous crime and was completely eroded and lost consciousness, the Night Watchers still did not dare to easily attack the Xia family. Half of this was due to their fear of Gong Zhe.

　　And from the final result, Gong Zhe was worthy of the name of the strongest disciple in the world.

　　Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie didn't even dare to breathe loudly in this group of people. Gong Zhe, Xia Tan, and... and Scarlet, these were all legendary figures. It was said that there were monsters in Scarlet who ate disciples alive to devour their Doors... Tang Qisheng kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart as cold as death. He was really being taken for a ride this time.

　　The bus bumped around for a while before slowly stopping. The door shook a few times and opened with a creak.

　　Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie knew that this meant they were being told to get off the bus. Their minds became active again. Tang Qisheng tentatively asked, "That... that, you all understand what this means, right? This means that we two should get off the bus. Don't worry, we will take the initiative to contact you after we get off the bus, we..."

　　Wu stood in front of the bus door. He didn't draw his knife. He just stood there silently, his back to Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie. But the space in front of the door was so small. If they wanted to get off the bus, they had to push Wu away first.

　　Seeing that Jiang Cheng and the others didn't speak, Huai Yi stood up with a grin and offered Tang Qisheng a suggestion, "Brother Wu is blocking your way, isn't he? It's okay, you can ask him to move out of the way, so you can get off the bus."

　　Tang Qisheng felt a chill run down his spine when he heard this. He looked at Wu, his legs trembling. Asking Wu to move out of the way? He might as well be asking him to show him the way to the underworld. Tang Qisheng opened his mouth for a long time, but he didn't dare to speak. Zhu Jie carefully tugged at his sleeve, his miserable eyes telling him to accept his fate.

　　After waiting for about a few minutes, the bus door slowly closed again. As the last gap in the middle disappeared, Tang Qisheng's last hope was dashed. He looked miserable and didn't know what expression to use to face everyone.

　　Jiang Cheng had his own ideas for keeping Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie. First of all, he was worried that they would leak secrets. Secondly, Tang Qisheng was an expert in the study of folklore. Although he might not be as good as Yu Chengmu, he was at least much better than Li Bai. He was in urgent need of talents in this area.

　　Also, and most importantly, Jiang Cheng suspected their identities and was worried that some guy had been resurrected.