C286 Huangpu Mountain

The stench of blood stung the nose. Fang Lingxue, who was at the side, slowly regained her wits.

"Sis, Guan Yang, what happened here?"

Guan Yang narrowed his eyes, the corner of his mouth slightly raised. He put the dagger back into his pocket and slowly walked towards the fog.

Sure enough, in that thick fog. A black figure was kneeling on the floor. Blood was flowing from his chest