Chapter 1063: 515 Jiaojiao (Two Updates)_4 Chapter 1063: 515 Jiaojiao (Two Updates)_4 It was not Jiaojiao.

It was not Jiaojiao.

It was not Jiaojiao, either.

Every person bore the mark of being killed by a single blow from the Red-Tasseled Spear, clearly showing that Gu Jiao had an easy time dealing with them.

If the dead man had been here, Gu Jiao would not have succeeded so easily.

After digging out the last body, Gu Changqing knelt in the snowfield, his fingers stiff and breath ragged.

If Gu Yan were here… If Gu Yan were here… he could definitely sense where Jiaojiao had gone to…

Ultimately, Gu Changqing was not Gu Yan; he couldn’t sense Gu Jiao’s movements. He only had an inexplicable intuition that Gu Jiao had left the forest on some sort of mission.

She probably anticipated that she would not return so soon or might not even be able to return at all, so her planned escape route was to have the patients rushed to Yuegu City, to be managed by Doctor Song.

She… she went to find that dead man of her own accord.

Why did she go to find him?

Why?

…

The snowstorm was fierce, even Mama refused to go on.

The soldier had to dismount from Mama and lead her by the reins in an effort to keep up with the troop. However, after just a couple of steps, he felt his foot trip over something, and he stumbled forward.

He fell onto a hard lump of snow, which felt a bit stiff, but he didn’t pay much mind and used his hand to push off the other side of the lump to stand back up.

But with that push.

He froze.

Something about the feel of it was wrong. What’s the matter?

A chill ran down his spine, and cautiously, he looked to where his hand lay, only to see a round, smooth head.

With a cry, he fell backward into the snowfield, planting headfirst into the snow. As he sat up, he found himself eye to eye with a set of eyes that had not closed in death.

Petrified, he didn’t even care about Mama anymore and ran forward, pell-mell, screaming, “A ghost– A ghost–”
“What’s all the noise?” a corporal grabbed him, “You want to draw the enemy to us, is that it?”

Fearful to look back, he could only point shakily behind him with a finger, “No… no… it’s not… Old Brother Zhang… there’s… there’s a ghost over there!”

The safety of their journey was of utmost importance. If there really was a ghost, it might not be an actual specter, but someone lurking in the dark!

The corporal, referred to as Old Brother Zhang, made his way through the wind and snow toward the protruding lump of snow.

Only when he got closer did he realize it was someone who had frozen to death.

And here he had been worried for nothing, thinking they had run into an ambush!

The corporal was about to return to the troop, but something made him feel that the face looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He leaned down again and took a good, hard look at the man’s face.

Finally, he remembered where he had seen him before.

“Sir! Sir!”

The silver fox was sitting in a horse-drawn carriage pulled by eight horses when suddenly, an urgent voice of a soldier came from outside.

He glanced at his unconscious uncle beside him, then drew his slender, jade-like right hand from the hand warmer, lifted the curtain, and inquired, “What’s the matter?”

The soldier reported, “It seems someone… has spotted the Heavenly Wolf!”

A short while later, the silver fox and several of his confidants appeared beside the small mound of snow where the stumble had occurred.

His confidants cleared away the snow, revealing the entire body of the Heavenly Wolf.

He lay prostrate next to another body, his head touching the ground, his cheek slightly turned to the right side.

The position kept him from putting all his weight on the other’s body, but it was heavy enough.

Everyone was stunned.

The Heavenly Wolf was the top expert among the sir’s subordinates; wasn’t he supposed to have escorted Princess Ning An to safety?

How did he end up dead here?

And who was the person who died with him?

The silver fox furrowed his brows, his gaze incredulous as it fell upon the body of the Heavenly Wolf.

His confidants understood why their sir wore such an expression: the Heavenly Wolf was a dead man whom their sir had acquired for a large sum of money from a noble of Yan Country, not an ordinary dead man by any means.

Even Zhan Country’s Dragon Shadow Guards couldn’t withstand more than ten moves against the Heavenly Wolf. The person capable of killing the Heavenly Wolf was someone in Yan Country, Zhan Country, or even Chen Country whom no one could harm!

A layer of frost seemed to settle on the handsome face of the silver fox as he coldly told his subordinates, “See who the other dead man is.”

“Yes, sir!”

A confidant crouched down and brushed the snow off the man’s face.

It was a young and tender face, with a red birthmark on the left side.

The silver fox immediately recognized the birthmark.

“Is it him?”

He was astonished.

The silver fox had crossed hands with Gu Jiao, on the ice of a lake, where she had injured him with the Red-Tasseled Spear.

And before that, Gu Jiao and another man in black had broken into the Governor’s Mansion of Lingguan City at night using gunpowder, blasting their way out and rescuing the old Marquis of Zhan Country.