Zhao Yuman stared at Qinghe. Seeing the girl's pale face and the frantic terror in her eyes, which didn't seem feigned, the tight knot of anger in Zhao Yuman's chest began to loosen. Her brow furrowed, however, as a sliver of unease crept into her heart.
Seeing her mistress's reaction, Qinghe quickly added, "Everyone outside is saying that Young Master Shen was killed at his home last night. They say it was a horrible death… that the killer twisted his head off, and even… even his brains were… were drunk…"
As she spoke the last few words, Qinghe's voice trembled, clearly terrified by the rumor.
"Impossible!"
Zhao Yuman still couldn't believe it. She knew Shen Lie's strength; an ordinary Martial Artist couldn't even get near him. How could he have met such an end?
But Qinghe spoke with such conviction, and with the rumor already spreading outside, Zhao Yuman's heart couldn't help but pound.
She paced back and forth twice before calling out in a low voice, "Lucky!"
