That heart ghost was an existence cultivated by David Walker using his own heart to raise a ghost, connected to his bloodline. It could be killed, but how could it possibly be lost?

Such a seemingly easy task was handed to them, yet now Richard Foster was dead, and this kid had even used David Walker’s heart ghost. This made Samuel Wright have to wonder if this was a setup—a trap targeting him.

He wasn’t the assassin; this kid was the real killer. It was David Walker who took the Wu family’s job and wanted to kill him!

Although David Walker’s Five-Viscera Temple ghost-raising method was strange, and all his five-viscera ghosts had reached the eighth rank, he didn’t practice martial arts, his body was weak, and he was always inseparable from Richard Foster. In a direct confrontation, it was basically impossible for David Walker to kill both of them at once; in fact, it would be easy for the two of them to join forces and kill him instead.

So he used this kid to set up a scheme to get rid of them both!

Edward Grant was being squeezed so hard by the powerful force of that black zombie arm that he could barely breathe, his face turning red.

He struggled and pointed at himself. Samuel Wright slightly loosened his grip and said coldly, “Speak! Otherwise, I’ll let you taste what it’s like to have corpse poison invade your body—it’s no less painful than having your heart devoured by a ghost!”

Edward Grant coughed and hurriedly said, “I’ll talk! It was David Walker…”

The next moment, Edward Grant suddenly bit down toward that black zombie arm!

His black jade pendant could devour ghosts. The heart ghost had already been swallowed, and he didn’t know if this black zombie arm counted as a ghost, but it was definitely exuding yin energy.

But at this point, Edward Grant could only take a gamble.

However, before he could bite down, the black light from the jade pendant had already wrapped around the black zombie arm.

Only then did Edward Grant realize that he didn’t need to bite it himself; as long as his will was firmly set on destroying this ghostly thing, the jade pendant would naturally devour it.

Samuel Wright immediately let out a miserable scream. All his strength was concentrated in that black zombie arm, and now a powerful force was trying to separate it from him!

Charles Grant also started screaming in pain—this time, it wasn’t an act, but real.

When he devoured the heart ghost, maybe it was because he was far from David Walker, so it was easy to swallow.

But this time, because of Samuel Wright’s resistance, it was extremely difficult.

A wave of intense pain surged through Edward Grant’s mind, just like the last time when he fainted from the jade pendant draining all his strength.

But this time, Edward Grant could only grit his teeth and hold on—if he passed out, he’d die!

After several breaths, Edward Grant finally gained the upper hand. The black light completely devoured the black zombie arm. Samuel Wright collapsed to the ground, with a huge hole in his left arm, black blood flowing out, his breath weak.

The severed-vein ghost-refining method used all of one’s blood essence to nourish a ghostly limb. Losing this ghostly limb was equivalent to losing all of one’s power.

Edward Grant, panting, pulled the longsword from Richard Foster’s body and stabbed it fiercely into Samuel Wright’s chest!

Looking around, the danger was not yet over.

Edward Grant staggered to where Samuel Wright and Richard Foster had tied their horses, untied one, stabbed it in the rump, and then immediately rolled into a nearby haystack, covering his mouth and nose tightly to avoid making even the slightest sound.

The three servants inside the house were already starting to feel that something was wrong.

The screams outside kept coming, and it was definitely the young master’s voice, but why had he been screaming for so long? Were these guys killing or torturing someone?

And there had also been sounds of fighting and some muffled conversation.

Did it really take two cultivators so much effort to kill an ordinary person? Could it be they were fighting among themselves over who got the credit?

It wasn’t until they heard the long neigh of a horse that they realized something was off and rushed out to check.

When they saw the scene outside, their hearts instantly turned cold.

Richard Foster had a huge hole in his chest, lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

Samuel Wright had lost his left arm, black blood pooling on the ground, and a longsword was still stuck in his chest.

Edward Grant was nowhere to be seen, only the sound of horse hooves echoed from afar.

“What… what do we do? Could the young master actually be a cultivator? Should we still give chase?”

Both Richard Foster and Samuel Wright, the two cultivators, had been killed by the young master—how could they dare to pursue?

The head servant seemed to think of something and snorted coldly, “Chase! He’s just bluffing! After killing two cultivators, the young master must be seriously injured or exhausted—otherwise, why wouldn’t he come back to kill us?

No need to chase too fast, just follow behind and see what he’s really up to!”

The head servant was quite pleased with his sudden burst of intelligence. Though he’d been away from the battlefield for years, he hadn’t lost his powers of observation and judgment.

The three of them immediately untied their horses and galloped after him.

Edward Grant waited until he could no longer hear the sound of horses before crawling out of the haystack, staggering over to pull the longsword from Samuel Wright’s chest, then rummaged through the two bodies, stuffing everything he found into his own clothes.

When the innkeeper, trembling with fear, came out to check, he saw Charles Grant covered in blood, looting the corpses, and was so frightened he collapsed to the ground.

Edward Grant tossed him a silver ingot and grinned:

“I’ll pay for their meals. This place is unlucky—if you get the chance, open your inn somewhere else.”