The second-in-command and fourth-in-command left for an entire afternoon and didn't appear until the sun was about to set.
This time, when the two appeared, they not only carried a large sack of food but also bore the corpse of a man.
"Is that Fifth Brother?"
Under the tree, as soon as the second-in-command and fourth-in-command showed up, the third-in-command immediately went up to them.
He looked at the corpse on the second-in-command's shoulder, his voice somewhat agitated: "How are Fifth Brother's injuries?"
"Fifth Brother is already dead—"
After the second-in-command spoke, the third-in-command said, "Who injured him?"
Actually, the question wasn't necessary to ask. Just by looking at the hollowed belly of the corpse, it wasn't hard to guess it was the work of the Walking Corpse.
Besides, he and his brothers were cultivators, how could ordinary mortals easily kill them?
Only the Walking Corpse could render them completely defenseless.
