Joel Qiao, seeing Evan's disbelief, continued.
“Them?” Evan Yang recalled his first day at the Rising Sun Sect, but that day he was always at a disadvantage, looked down upon—how could they have been thinking of him?
You probably won’t believe why they want to kill you, and honestly, I don’t know either—I just did what they asked." Joel Qiao began sobbing and rambling about it.
While Evan Yang was wondering why those two targeted him, Joel Qiao suddenly turned ferocious, rushing in to pin Evan and prevent him from using any techniques.
Faced with the sudden change, Evan Yang reflexively kicked out, slapped Joel’s forehead, and pushed him. Joel stumbled and crashed into a pile of messy rocks with a loud thud.
There was no movement. “Dead?” Evan Yang had only pushed him casually, without using Ninety-Ninefold Purefire—how could Joel become so quiet? He cautiously walked over and nudged Joel’s body, but Joel lay still, showing no response.
It was Evan Yang’s first time killing someone, so he felt awkward as he touched Joel Qiao’s body. Accidentally stepping on a stone, his foot sank through as if it were hollow. Startled, Evan quickly pulled his foot out and found a skeleton beneath the stone.
“What’s this?” Finally seeing a living thing, Evan Yang didn’t care about anything else and cleared away the stones. A skeleton appeared before him, with many broken bones and even clear claw marks on the ribs.
“Whew, must have been seriously injured while alive.” Seeing the clear claw marks on the ribs, Evan Yang took a deep breath, occasionally touching the skeleton and arranging the bones.
While Evan Yang was arranging the bones, a finger-thick little object fell to the ground with a “ding.” Curious, Evan set the skeleton aside and picked it up—it looked like a snail, but was unusual, both in material and in its sealed opening.