107 Tracking Party (1/2)
”Look, there's blood.” A man dressed in thick, crisp white robes pointed at the snow, at the droplets of dark crimson blood that scattered across the snow. It did not seem that a fight had taken place, or there would have been blood splattered across the branches or the trunks of the trees, splattered in all different directions. Accompanying the blood was a set of small shoe prints, proving that the blood was most likely from a wound that continued to bleed, as the person continued walking. The blood and the shoe prints continued to lead into the forested snowy landscape that seemed to be without end.
Another man who is more advanced in age, dressed in light gray robes looks closely at the blood. He bends down to inspect it. With two fingers, he scoops a small chunk of snow, giving it a sniff, ”It doesn't look or smell like blood from that thing.” He says with a deep breath, furrowing his thick brows.
”How do you know what its blood is like?” The man in white asks with a chuckle. Not believing that this man before him would truly know. He's just pretending to be the expert.
The two men walk further, trying to catch up with whatever it was that had left the blood. The tracks were quite an easy trail to follow. With the fallen snow, it was so easy to track, since accompanied by footprints was also a trail of discernable blood. Even if it was uncertain if they would find what they were searching for at the end of the trail, it was still the only lead they had gotten in the past couple of days.
”Look.” The man dressed in white pointed ahead.
There was a figure cloaked in blue ahead of them, the figure seemed to be trembling, though that was not all, there were also sounds of muffled laughter coming from the same source. This figure did not look like the thing they were searching for, but they still kept their hands near their swords as a precaution.
Their footsteps lightly inching forward with their hands by their sword handle.
The trembling and sounds of hysterical laughter came to an abrupt stop, as though their footsteps had been discovered.
The figure did not turn around, but a childlike voice emanated from the front, ”Gentleman, who might you be searching for?” There was not the slightest bit of worry or fear within this soft voice. They had come to the conclusion that this person was either a child or someone who practiced the dark arts, leading to this predicament where the practice had gone awry, thus the tainted black blood that trickled in the snow.
”Turn around… Slowly.” The man in white said as he was close to unsheathing the sword. The man in gray looked on with an amusing manner, but he had not yet released the handle of his own sword.
”Oh… Why should I?” The voice was now imbued with a sense of curiosity. This time, they could not deny that the voice was of innocence that anyone would wish to protect.
Even if it was the voice of an innocent child, reason told them that there were no innocent children that could get lost in this kind weather, and still survive,
”NOW!” The man in white yelled, starting to run out of patience. The sword unsheathed abruptly as he swung with both hands.
Just as the sharp sword, glistening with killing intent was about to reach her, a white shadow flickered out of nowhere. The man in white fell like a broken kite.
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The sudden thud slightly shocked Xue'er as she heard the sound of the thud.
Turning slightly, she could hear growls. The growls, she remembered, belonged exclusively to little shadow. At that moment, Xue'er could feel her heart warm slightly as she looked towards the wounded man who had helplessly clutched his throat. His fingers, stained with blood at his neck, there was an expression of shock as he looked into the emptiness.