C98 Interlacing Ten Fingers

The wind rustled in the forest, rustling the leaves and branches of the trees.

The man lay down in the grass, blood flowing from his neck and staining the weeds on the ground red.

The smell of blood assaulted their noses. Yi Xiaoqiao and Qianyu glanced at each other, a look of struggle flashing across their eyes. "Has someone come to save us?"

However, this man's death was truly strange