Chapter 5063 — Nothing Must Happen to Him
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Of course, Leng Leng knew full well that the odds of Wei Zhao still being here were truly slim. She was merely clinging to a hope of one in ten thousand.
Yet before she could set out to return, she happened to spot Sun Baimei and his companions first, surging back with a menacing air. Fortunately, she had been hiding on the hillside at the time with her aura suppressed, and so the three of them had not discovered her. But from the direction they were heading, it was plain these people were on their way to the very place she had rented.
Leng Leng was shocked on the spot, and an overwhelming worry welled up in her heart. What if Wei Zhao was still there? The possibility was tiny, tiny beyond measure—but what if?
Her first instinct was to rush back ahead of them and warn him. Fortunately, reason won out over impulse in the end. For one thing, Wei Zhao had most likely long since gone; and even if he truly were still there, her returning at this moment would serve no purpose. Against the three of them—Sun Baimei and the others—she lacked even the strength to stall them for a moment, and she might well end up dragging Wei Zhao down instead.
Forcing down the impulse in her heart, Leng Leng waited a full half day before finally setting out for her residential compound. Barring the unexpected, Sun Baimei and the others should have left long ago by this time.
Sure enough, the room was empty. Yet the scene before her eyes nearly made Leng Leng faint dead away: fresh traces of fighting had clearly been added at the doorway and in the living room—and there were even bloodstains, fresh and wet!
"Could Wei Zhao have been..." Leng Leng simply dared not imagine it. She had assumed that after so long, it was basically impossible for Wei Zhao to still be in this place—yet she had never expected something like this to happen.
If Wei Zhao really had died at the hands of Sun Baimei and his lot, she would never forgive herself for as long as she lived. Had she known it would come to this, why hadn't she come earlier? Even at the cost of fighting to the death, she should have won Wei Zhao a little time to escape!
But she quickly came to her senses—her worry had truly clouded her judgment. Wei Zhao was a primordial spirit; where would this blood have come from?
Leng Leng had witnessed the scene last time when Wei Zhao was surrounded and attacked by the blood spirit cats. Though it had looked hideous and gruesome at the time, with flesh and blood splattering everywhere, those things were merely condensed from spiritual-consciousness energy and dispersed into nothingness in short order. They could not possibly leave behind real bloodstains.
Turning it over and over in her mind, Leng Leng concluded there were only two explanations for these wet bloodstains: either they belonged to Sun Baimei and his companions, or there were other people involved. In any case, they could not possibly be Wei Zhao's.
Still, to say the blood belonged to Sun Baimei and the others did not seem quite plausible either. Sun Baimei and Fei Yangnian alone were already not to be trifled with, and with the even stronger Senior Brother Yin added to the mix, that formation was one that, unless the expedition-leading senior brothers of the Primordial Little Jianghu came in person, would basically never suffer a loss.
Could it be that some hooligans playing at being tough had shown up again, only to have the bad luck of running into Sun Baimei and his group, and been killed for it? Or perhaps the lease had expired and an agent had brought prospective tenants to view the place?
Both hypotheses were plausible, but Leng Leng cared nothing for either. So long as it wasn't Wei Zhao who had come to harm, she would not trouble herself over whether anyone else lived or died.
After looking around the room, Leng Leng did not find her treasure. She could not tell whether Wei Zhao or Sun Baimei and his people had taken it—but she hoped it was Wei Zhao.