C258 The Conspiracy of the Two Clones

"Ah, fairy, save me!" cried a woodcutter who had been gathering firewood in the mountains. He stumbled upon Fang Muyun in a dreadful state and bolted, abandoning the day's worth of chopped wood.

"Hmm?" Fang Muyun sniffed the air and with a flick of his hand, a blood-red streak shot out. The woodcutter's neck split open with a gruesome gash.

Fang Muyun approached, his lips quivering