At the dead of night, amidst this valley filled with corpses, a wooden cabin abruptly appeared.
Men and women inside the cabin were drinking alcohol; from a glance, they were obviously not up to any good.
Who among the decent would live in such a place, just like no respectable family would build their house beside a graveyard.
Hmm, the Murong brothers were not respectable people.
Duan Yun speculated that these were probably individuals from the White Socks Sect.
Still, to avoid wronging the innocent, he asked seriously, "Anyone home? Show me your legs."
Clearly, the people inside the cabin were startled by his question and did not stick out their legs.
If they had nothing to hide, why wouldn't they show their legs!
At this moment, the pigtailed woman closest to him suddenly extended her finger, striking towards him.
"Tsck."
