C168 Death of the marquis of pinghai

The wind stopped.

The air seemed to have solidified, causing one to be unable to breathe.

Ye Qingxuan's gaze had been on Mao Yuzhu's body the entire time. From the moment he had walked across the mountain, he had been staring at the grave from afar.

From start to finish, his gaze never left them.

Even Xiao Yu, who was standing at the side