He noticed a horse lying at Song Meiqin's feet, apparently injured by the Xingzi that had just rushed out.
It lay on the ground, wheezing pitifully.
A large gash was torn open in the horse's belly, its intestines and blood spilling out.
In this cold weather, the large gash on the horse's belly was even steaming.
Lu Yuan couldn't make sense of the situation. He saw Song Meiqin, her eyes red, pull the long saber from the waist of a nearby Mansion Guard.
She began hacking wildly at the charging Xingzi.
Watching this, Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow. 'This woman is no pushover.'
'In a situation like this, any other woman—like my own sweet wife, for instance—would probably be scared into my arms by now.'
'But this one can draw a saber and fight the Xingzi head-on.'
Lu Yuan had no more time to worry about Song Meiqin.
The hulking undead was now less than a few dozen meters from Lu Yuan.
One more hop, and it would land right in front of him.
