"Black Rider!" Li Xiu looked at this zombie-like, ashen face, his heart filled with indescribable shock.
This face was the face of the Black Rider. He had just seen it not long ago, and considering how brutally the Black Rider died back then, how could he have forgotten so quickly?
Undoubtedly, this face belonged to the Black Rider.
"What's going on! Why has the Black Rider turned into the Black Death Demon... Wasn't he already smashed to death by that Cloaked Man? What in the world is happening?" The questions in Li Xiu's heart were almost overflowing.
"Stop standing here dazed, real trouble is coming." A'Gui ran over and pulled Li Xiu away.
Li Xiu shook off A'Gui's hand, turned around to retrieve the body of little Bu'Er.
However, as soon as he turned, Li Xiu was dumbfounded—the body of little Bu'Er was floating on its own.
