C127 One Line of Mysterious Life

At the top of Mount Yingyang, a gust of wind blew away the swaying branches on the summit.

A thick smell of blood floated up, and after stepping onto the last stone step of the peak, Yin Feng, carrying Su Tong who was almost drowned in the blood on his shoulders, rushed to a wooden house at the top of the mountain. With one leg, he opened the door that was sealed with dust